I was not looking for anything, but she was.
She started with what looked like a friendly gesture.
Maybe, that's all that is,
Her murdering smile, like a sharp sword.
Because, I was young and going places.
Not far away.
But not close enough for true love.
A moment of luck thrown away
With a single cheap move.
With a single cheap move.
I had her, like laughing at my jokes.
That time, maybe it was an act.
She was a lot more woman then I could handle.
Her personality.
She was classy
Not far away.
But not close enough for true love.
A moment of luck thrown away
With a single cheap move.
With a single cheap move.
It to happen that way.
I lacked tricks for a real woman.
Saw myself loosing.
When, I had no love
Like a dying dove.
Close, but it wasn't love.
Close, but it wasn't love.
Not love.