being here i’ve seen things i’d never dreamt i’d see.
loved people i never would have known if i’d just stayed where i was.
and i wouldn’t change that for the world.
Was it over when she laid down on your couch?
Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?
"Come here," I whispered in your ear
In your dream as you passed out, baby
Was it over then? And is it over now?