Just another in a line
Of promising failures
But in the heat of the red wine
And the sexual favors
She wouldn't even take off her shoes
And she carved a path over you
And you buy the cash mere
And you get the gold
And she barely pays for the
Would you tie back her hair
As she brings up her dinner
Would she wait in the rain
For a moment with you
Only then will you know
If your on to a winner
Or do you spent most your time together alone
She wouldn't even call it the truce
When there was nothing to lose
And you buy the cash mere
And you get the gold
And she barely pays for the
And you buy the cash mere
And you get the gold
And she barely pays for the