Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
Sandra St. Victor
First verse begins on a Tuesday
A day I won't forget that was the day we met, west fourth and sixth
You said
Can I get to know your inner child but after a little while I found uh, that was as deep as you could get
Second verse begins on a Thursday the second of January, that's when I really started to worry
You came in late that evening
Smelling of cheap perfume and weed
Your ex's brand I do believe
Guess it's delusion that you need
If you loved yourself more, you would've been with me
You wouldn't be trying to run from us, it's such a shame
Cause loved you more, even more than you loved yourself
And I wanted more, wanted more for the two of us
And I loved you more, even more than you loved yourself
And I wanted more, yes I wanted more
Third verse begins on a Sunday
I told you ish' or get off the pot you are your own worst stumbling block, your psychoanalystI am not
L only hope that one day, you'll dust off that corner shelf where you hide truth from yourself where love's the prisoner..you're the cell