From the Album: Didn't Feel A Thing
The way you are you're mending fences
Your lips are torn from barbed wire kisses
'Cos your the rebound girl In a cold new world
With only twenty five summers to date
You've left the purse latch open
It keeps him roaming for change
You crave the thought of one who chooses
Enslaved to love you've worn it's bruises
His tournaquet will grip you tighter
'Cos your the rebound girl In a cold new world
With only twenty five summers to date
You've seen the brushback comb and
The sleek cell phone in his case
Underneath leaden loads
When you wane, grip my rope
Then climb out