At what point, will obsession
become the sweet fruit that she craves
because I'm willing to give her a taste
She needs me, yet doesn't know me
I'm hanging on every word she says
from those magazines that I read
And I'm never gonna learn, until I tear these pages apart
to read her wanting heart...
And she's never gonna learn, until I find out where she lives
to show her what I have to give...
I think all she's ever wanted- was to be loved
Hope your window's not too high,
So I can take you away, take you away
And if you ever doubt me,
I'll help you see it my way, you'll see it my way
At what point, will deception
become something that I see?
She's been using it on me.
I love how she'd play hard to get,
I hate that she's a hypocrite
I'm screaming "Laugh, you gilded butterfly!
You're a beautiful girl when you cry..."
Ironic yet still no surprise; your lust for fame and diamonds.
I think all she ever wanted- was to be freed
I'm sure, we're meant to be
I've seen all, your movies