It looks as if the wind has again change for her The candle that she lit has been blown out Her pride isn't the only thing she swallows on a nightly basis Her head is filled with doubt
On lonely sunday nights she often wishes that she had someone When she's well away from the flashing lights that a friday night provide She tries to her change her ways but her efforts go to waste Cos when the weekend comes she's gagging for a taste
She don't know where she's heading but she knows it's somewhere She will wake up with no money and a sore head She's done this once too many times and had enough She'd love to start afresh but doesn't think she could
She always gets around she's never stationary Attempts to just say no, never succeeds She wraps her legs around this sense of comfort that she gets from it And gets all the attention that she needs
