She comes around like a wild fire, and like a moth drawn to a flame
I?m on my way to being burned up once again.
And I?ve been through this before a hundred times or more
and she keeps me coming back, what am I waiting for?
She always gets what she wants
She always gets what she needs and more
She always counts out the chords that I?m playing
She always moves to the rhythm she is making. She is.
She walks to the sound of her own drum one minute she?s there the next she?s gone
And I?m left to pick up pieces of myself to carry on.
And I?ve been through this before oh a hundred times or more
and she keeps me coming back, what am I waiting for?
She always gets what she wants
She always gets what she needs and more
She always counts out the chords that I?m playing
She always moves to the rhythm she is making. She is.
She is, She is, She is my home.
She is, She is, She is my home.
And I?ve been through this before oh a hundred times or more
and she keeps me coming back, what am I waiting for?
And I?ve been through this before, And I?ve been through this before
And I?ve been through this before, what am I waiting for?