Вершы: Amy Speace. Better.

Someone better?s gonna treat me better baby
Someone better?s gonna scratch this itch
Can?t wait forever, I could go crazy
There?s got to be something better than this

Our love read like a Hallmark Greeting
Pretty paper and poetry
The color?s faded and the ink is bleeding
Have you forgotten how it used to be?

Cause every night you put your feet on the table
You put the TV on and tune me out
I?m not looking for no storybook fable

But a little romance would go a long way now

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I tried so hard to make this right
It?s not my job to fight this fight
All by myself when you can?t see
That you?re losing me

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