| She was told, «Never trust that man 'cos he looks too old.»
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| He’d let her down, make her stay out late in his part of town.
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| But she’ll go, 'cos she loves the way that he makes her feel.
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| In his car, when he lets her sit behind the wheel.
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| All her friends tell her how he’s gonna do her wrong
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| How she’s changed, with her mini-skirt and her high heels on.
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| But they just don’t understand… he's her perfect man.
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| Another bar, he drinks all day and then gets in his car.
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| She’s by his side, another Friday night another drunken ride.
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| But his luck ran out, he didn’t see the headlights through his drunken haze.
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| Now he’s gone, and she’s in a chair for the rest of her days.
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| She stares at the sky and wishes she could be where he has gone.
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| Maybe he’d walk in, with a new tattoo and his blue jeans on.
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| They will never understand… he was her perfect man.
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| Lessons there to learn, never play with fire 'cos you’ll just get burned.
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| But can you go through life, never takin' a chance, always doin' what’s right?
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| She’s not that type of girl, she could never resist, he blew away her world. |
| She knew she shouldn’t have gone, but she felt so good with her hot pants on.
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| The friends she can’t forgive, they’ve all moved away, got their own lives to
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| live.
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| Sitting by the phone, she can’t accept her world, she’s been left alone.
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| And she dreams of him while she can… he was her perfect man. |