She’s an accident waiting to happen
In control and lost at the same time
Underneath she’s treading water
Her mother says she’ll be fine
If she finds Mr. Perfect
He’ll make her happy be her prince
She’s too flighty like a bird
No one understands just how she thinks
She’s an accident waiting to happen
Cleopatra leading her army
Like a machine to end all war
Where love is all and all before
I once sat at her table
Shared her bread and drank her wine
Held her close danced to the music
We were young and we were fine
It looked good for me and beauty
Summer spent down by the sea
Hand in hand under moonlight
Getting close was coming easily
Just as we were set to step on
A change of heart hit me bad
I was pushed outside her circle
I was left for dead and mad
Time it takes away the feelings
All that’s left is an empty soul
When she dropped me I was reeling
Now at last I’m nearly whole
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