She takes pride in her tracking skills
She likes the hunt
And baby Jesus gave you blue eyes, but tonight that's just not enough
I'm not bitter I'm broken
You're not a sinner, you're open
About which decisions you'll make, about which promises you'll break
And it happened so quickly
Just give a boy a break
You're running your hands through my hair down by the lake
Now your words they weigh nothing
But your actions do speak
It's much like a feather, but with razor sharp teeth
But with razor sharp teeth
Say something precious, something clever
Help me disconnect my mind
Stop pulling at the lever
And my mood will decline
So I'll just start whistling
I know it gets on your nerves
As you throw a tantrum under street lights that blur
No I can't stay focused
That dress causes curves
But I do now notice we didn't come here to learn
In the sun
Oh no this is happening
You're talking too fast again
You should lay off the blow
On the tin
Your skin it was glistening
And no I'm not listening to any of your prose
Papa taught you
The trick of the razor blade
Always leads us to a pay day, but it mostly causes pain
So I did
Went through and crossed out that list
Forgave what I thought of him
I'll give that man a break
I'll give that boy a break