Something Bout Her
Something bout her
makes her crave
crave the addiction she's dying to need
told her, she needs to walk away
because the addiction just isnt worth the strain,
but there she stood outside the rain
calling for a man that never came
In her velvet room
wrapped in leather an lace,
she was singing for the things money cant buy
wondering if she'll ever make it out alive
I told her, nothing lasts forever
nothing ever changes when your sable on blonde
She tried living life in the fast lane,
but ended up with heartache tonight
people told her to take it easy,
but she died in that house on the hill
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