There's this feeling comes
Between desperation and delight,
When she says that she just might
Find a part for you in her latest schemes,
You know could mend those battered dreams
If you ever got the chance to do this all again,
Make the same mistakes and ride the same old pride,
And not to lose that lucky lucky man.
Please let it be her.
There's this saying comes
At the start of every war,
When they say there won't be anymore,
Just as soon as we win this one,
Well you know your problems have just begun,
If you ever get the chance to turn this thing around,
And make some profit out of all this loss you found,
And never lose to that lucky lucky man.
Please let it be her, please let it be her.
And left three quarters untethered,
By this force that you just can't measure,
When all you know is that pain leads to pleasure.
Please let it be her, please let it be her
There's this feeling comes
About the same time every night,
By now
For a second
Turns the darkness back to light,
And from this single bed
I'm lying somewhere else instead.