C'est la vie, will she ever rest in peace?
Or will she see this love as nothing but a disease?
C'est la vie, will she ever rest in peace?
Or will she cast voodoo magic on every man she meets?
Her tears are oozing all over the welcome mat
I kind of expected that
But I didn't prepare for a Sunday swim
Her limbs unshackle as she falls to the grass
Though I can't love her like I used to
Someone can, someone will, someone gets to
C'est la vie, will she ever rest in peace?
Or will she become the tiger she always wanted to be?
Her words are crusted all over her teeth and lips
She even admits to it
Now she's gonna raise hell
Her limbs unshackle as she falls to the grass
Though I can't love her like I used to
Someone can, someone will, someone gets to
Her limbs unshackle as she falls to the grass
Though I can't love her like I used to
Someone can, someone will, someone gets to