Tara Blaise Taller On The Phone
Chamomile should smooth things over. She's so pretty when the lights are lower and He's much thinner and taller on the phone. But when he's alone he's stir crazy, He needs the ladies. It's his demons and their feelings But he's quite happy just living in the now.
But who's left now?
Who's left picking up the pieces, Looking out of reach, You can touch but leave her alone. Who's there glancing over shoulders, Starring into mirrors Oh, he's getting older now. Who's left wishing her life away?
Dear, dear, she's an icy lady But she's got the looks and she's got the brain he needs. And heaven forbid he'd bring in the dough. 'Cos he cannot afford to go solo, He wouldn't have the know how, Quite happy just living in the here and now And flicking through photos on his screen.
But who's left now?
Who's left picking up the pieces, Looking out of reach, You can touch but leave her alone. Who's there glancing over shoulders, Starring into mirrors Oh, he's getting older now. Who's left wishing his life away?
Wishing his life away? Wishing his life away?
God only knows what he'd be doing without her!
Who's left picking up the pieces, Looking out of reach, You can touch but leave her alone. Who's there glancing over shoulders, Starring into mirrors Oh, you're getting older now. Who's left wishing the life is away?
Wishing the life is away? They're wishing the life is away?
