Stealing kisses
Bodies telling secrets in the dark
She's a genie granting wishes
Burnt again by the spark
Filling up the empty
That name is still in her mouth
She's had lovers. He don't care how many
That's how it is in the south
He don't stand a chance
She talks in her sleep
Tells him she isn't looking for romance
So he knows he can't have her. But the memories he can keep
She's just passing through
Finding new ways to hate who we love
Always the object to pursue
Who only thinks of happiness as something she's unworthy of