Why is it that the place you're at usually isn't where you wanna be?
Clubs, drinks, and loud music, still you'd rather be with him watching tv
Howcome knowing someones's wrong for you somehow makes you want them more?
And the second you get over them, they come knocking at your door
How could he gaze so deeply into your eyes and still be telling lies?
And even when discovered, cross his heart and hope to die
Then they have the nerve to question why women turn so cold
But you see, every woman that's had her heart broken, had a man who iced her soul
