Slug - Fashion Magazine lyrics

[Slug] She flips through the pages of her fashion magazine Tt pulls her out of her reality for a moment We all need our moments She forgets for a couple of seconds about the hopeless Situation as the plane seems to take all of her focus Riding that afternoon plane from Dallas back to Minneapolis Two and half hours, shes out there Reading some column of spit verses swallow Everything reminds you of him and its not fair How could she fall on her face for some man child Maybe it's his voice, or maybe it's his damn smile Maybe its the whole package, from the kiss to the matress To the sarcastic jokes to the social status Maybe it's none of the above Maybe she only needed somebody genuine to show her love It was all about the right place at the right time And even with the drama they find that he's still always on her mind Well, none the less then two hours before she lands To put her feet on the ground and take her man by the hand And this time around when the laugh starts to sting She just take a breath and dig into that fashion magazine