She says she doesn't like going out and I know why.
It's not her mom, it's not her dad, I think it's me.
Maybe I, maybe I'm completely wrong but I think do I think?
I hope not at all.
She comes to lean on me and make sure my heart bleeds
and I'm afraid I'll die if this victory's been won!
This victory's been won?
But she keeps them guessing and always coming back.
Well isn't that nice?
At least that's what I heard on the radio.