She Goes Down
DAN LAVERY, EMERSON HART, JEFFREY J. RUSSO
Oh dear,
Take what you've been given,
And give back to me.
Oh night,
Don't waste your time with that,
'Cause it may never come.
But she goes down,
Wrapped up in the armies of a love she's found.
She won't hide,
Love is Sunday mornings when the paper writes.
Here there,
Silently you're waiting for what never comes.
Oh dear,
Don't waste your time alone,
'Cause it may never come.
But she goes down,
Wrapped up in the armies of a love she's found.
She won't hide,
Love is Sunday mornings when the paper cries.
Oh dear,
Don't waste your time with that,
'Cause it may never come.
But she goes down,
Wrapped up in the armies of a love she's found.
She won't hide,
Love is Sunday mornings when the paper shines.
She goes down,
She goes down.
She goes down,
She goes down.