Pretty queen of only eighteen, she has some trouble with herself, he was always there to help her, she always belong to someone else. I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door, I felt you so many times but somehow I want more. I don't mind spending everyday out on your corner in the pouring rain, look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while, and she will be loved.Tap on my window, knock at my door I want to make you feel beautifull, I know I tend to get so insecure, doesn't matter anymore, it's not always rainbows and butterflies it's compromise that moves us along, my heart is full and my door is always open, you can come anytime you want.
Please don't try to hard to say goodbye.
