She Comes around like a wild fire, and like a moth drawn to a flame I'm on my way to being burned up once again. And I've been through this before, a hundred times or more But she keeps me coming back, what am I waiting for.
She always gets what she wants She always gets what she needs and more She always counts out the chords that I'm playing. She always moves to the rhythm She is making. She is.
She walks to the sound of her own drum One minute she's there the next she's gone And I'm left to pick up pieces of myself To carry on. And I've been through this before, a hundred Times or more, but she keeps me coming back, What am I waiting for?
She always gets what she wants She always gets what she needs and more She always counts out the chords that I'm playing. She always moves to the rhythm She is making. She is.
She is my homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
