They say you ought to write what you know But all I can say has been said before By girls just like me who were left in the dust And all I've got to look forward to is knowing that it must be true It won't always hurt this much
The truth of the matter is that it doesn't matter
He wants a woman With stars in her eyes Not rimmed with sleepless nights He wants a shoulder that he can cry on Someone he can rely on Someone better than me Someone not quite me
They say there's no winners and losers Just the chosen and the choosers And girls just like me who were left in the lurch No there's no getting by the tears I know I'll cry When he takes some classy old lady to churchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
