V1:
Well if I’m bored, then you’re boring.
The many things she said for free.
While I overlooked a vague complexion.
That could’ve been the death of me.
But she held a really nice reflection.
I lived off glimpses I could steal.
She lived to play with my compulsions.
On the hunt for a better deal.
CH:
Don’t let that belle become your weather.
Gotta get your love a better deal.
There’s only one way to feel better.
V2:
She played her hand from the bottom.
And sent me driftin’ up the creek.
Now outcast from her collection.
I wear that stain right on my sleeve.
Her character could be in question.
On the ready to confuse.
But she gave me the best directions.
On where to go to find the blues.
