My heart was once just like a home. With many rooms and open doors. And I always let love in. It would change the room around. And then leave them empty.
You spread your love like broken glass. Beautiful to see. Lead me down the garden path. Trying to make me bleed. Is that any way to treat your lover. Is that any way to treat your lover.
You might say she started out. Without what folks call around here a fair shake. A little girl with no shoes on her feet. Tangled hair, and not a nickel to her name.
You might say she started out. Without what folks call around here a fair shake. A little girl with no shoes on her feet. Tangled hair, and not a nickel to her name.