Here’s a story listen well
Or you might find your self in my hell
She will tell you she loves you with a smile
With that body that will drive you wild
But in the end she will run like a child
She clams she did what’s best
Even though you passed every test
She can smile threw this trim
Even though I wished my life would end
Now its like it was before
Nothing but scilence after that slammed door
In the end she was nothing more
Then a call girl or a whore
Getting what she can
From each and every man
She can’t tell me where I had gone wrong
I felt my love was strong
Nothing its nothing its all gone
I loved her whit, I loved her smile
But in the end the love was styled
To fit her needs and guile
In the end its just me
A desk and the sound of typing keys
She is nothing more
Then the sound of that last slammed door