And love is trippy like that
Sometimes you think that you've got it
Nobody's gonna trip you
Outta this one baby
But love will slip through your hands
You never know how to hold it
Control it you're gripping
It's tripping you up
Says the woman who sings at the bar
This is for you, you know who you are
I was you once, looking for someone
I never found...
She paints in a low smoky voice
Pictures of bruises, bad days and boys
And how they stood her up just to let her down
She'd win if you were the prize
(She) gives in to all of your lies
She falls every time for this...(Chorus)
For all of the girls who feel like they're overdressed
Undersexed, starving for yeses or maybes
Tired of always being ignored
He might see the available chair
Beside me, the invitation is there
But I'm not the kind of scratch he's itching for...
I'd go if you had a ride
I'd smoke if you had a light
I fall every time for this
