I don't know why a man will search for himself
In his woman's eyes.
No, I don't know why a man sees the truth
But believes the lies.
My love is restless as the wind
She moves like a shadow across my skin
She left with my conscience
And I don't want it back
It just gets in the way.
In his woman's eyes.
No, I don't know why a man sees the truth
But believes the lies.
My love is restless as the wind
She moves like a shadow across my skin
She left with my conscience
And I don't want it back
It just gets in the way.
prudence:
bite me! go back and answer the question!
