Gone

A pretty woman can always have her way,
She can go, or she can stay.
They know they're in demand.
The heart of any man, they can command.
They can run your life, they can ruin your life,
If you let "em. No big deal to them,
How you feel, but to you, it all seems so UN-real.
How they can change their man like a new pair of shoes,
Then they calmly break you the news.
You're out, he's in, don't bother thinking about what could have been.
Just move on, and be thankful for the time you had,
Get a grip, don't feel so sad. You said some things,
You shouldn't have said.
Now you're feeling you'd be better off dead.
But listen to her, one last time,
The hard cold truth you got to get it into your mind!
It's time to move on. Your cook, your maid,
Your Lover is Gone. Yeah listen to her one last time.
It's time to move on. Your cook, your maid,
Your Lover,
Is Gone.



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Michael Mc Keehan, Chris Stevens
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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