Lyrics Was She Real at All? - Twain

Was She Real at All?

I learned a little tip down in Tennessee
If you take a little sip off everyone you meet
And dress real fine
No one can see
The emptiness behind your brown eyes
I don’t miss her eyes
I don’t miss her lips
I don’t miss her sighs
It’s the thought of her I miss
In the evening time, laying by her side
Wondering if she’s going to have to leave
It’s a long road we all walk down
So if you’re gonna moan about it
Do it out of town
If you’ve got a girl
Do the best you can
But don’t be surprised if she decides to leave
I don’t miss her eyes
I don’t miss her lips
I don’t miss her sighs
It’s the thought of her I miss
In the evening time, laying by her side
Wondering if she’s going to have to leave
I don’t miss her eyes
I don’t miss her lips
I don’t miss her sighs
It’s the thought of her I miss
Was she real at all?
Or did I make her up to be
Something she could never hope to be