We're all just looking for someone, anyone to waste time on. Anybody doesn't mean anybody. I just want to be special to one person, but it's so hard finding the person I want to be special for. I just want to feel the sweet embrace of someone's arms, but make sure they belong to her. I just want someone. Someone. Someone. Not that one. They're throwing rocks at my window, begging me to come out and say hello. The curtains are closed, I already know I won't find my lover down below. I never read the words from the girls who write me letters, because there's just one that I like so much better. Thousand women in my bed, draped in morning sun. But I just want somebody, somebody, somebody. Anyone.
I like the way it was.
Hate the way it is now.
I like the way it was.
Hate the way it is now.
