Chantal Claret Cant Save Her
In the storm before the calm
Is where the player meets her pawn
She's been ready
She's been waiting
Don't be late
Secret men with secret heads
Secret hearts & secret beds
With the privilege
Of becoming what she hates
Too unaware to see the truth
The loss of a girl's wasted youth
And You Can't Save Her No More…
And You Can't Save Her No More…
Tough as diamonds
Soft as silk
She's as pure as devil's milk
She's a product
Of the party
That is done
Another notch
On her bed
She forgets the times she said
That when sex becomes a habit
It's no fun
Crossing the line between love & lust
The only difference here is the heartache
& the utter lack of trust
And You Can't Save Her No More…
And You Can't Save Her No More…
