Love is a funny thing
People say it can be blind
But it wasn't with hers and mine
I would have crawled around the earth just to touch her hand
Her my woman, me her man
But there was always this friend or that
Excuses are like pain, everybody has them, everybody feels them
Truth for her was to hard, for it bore no fruit
Lies and deceit are tools of the wanderer
She tells me this and another one that
She will let me suffer from memories that haunt
She lied, used me, hurt me but got what she wants
No use to keep me, no use to pretend
She took my dollars and I never had no sense
