She comes around like a wildfire
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
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
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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
As 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
But 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 always gets what she wants
She always gets what she needs and more
She always counts out the chords, that I'm playing
Always moves to the rhythm she is making now
She is, she is, she is my home
She is, she is, she is mine
And I've been through this before
Oh, a hundred times or more
But 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?