She says she knows
Every little thing that goes
With those words being throw
And how they change from moment to moment
So go back to bed
The booze went straight to your head:
She says "I’d rather be dead
Than trust those lines you’ve stolen
She says boy that’s enough
Don’t make yourself blush
Don’t say you’re in love
That won’t help you now
Every time you open up
All the light is exposing
That you’d fall in love, with anybody
Looks like your years are getting tough
Wasting beauty bottoms up
Fishing gutters and mud
And spinning round and round
Your roses in cheap mugs
Won’t fill the hole you’ve dug
So buy comfortable enough
Curl up for a season alone
She says boy that’s enough
Don’t make yourself blush
Don’t say you’re in love
That won’t help you now
Every time you open up
All the light is exposing
That you’d fall in love, with anybody