i have captors i call friends, i got panic rooms inside my head and i get down with crooked men but i am the girl i've always been - i got wrapped up in the game again, you woke up in an empty bed and i can't say i'm a perfect ten but i am the girl i've always been
Padding through the kitchen barefoot, sunny shadows dance across your path as you stretch the ache from between your shoulders. Words unspoken still, you think about the man in your bed as you head toward the knocking at the door.