my week beats your year

[blonde_fool]

you see her at the bar cross the room
she looks like an angel
with her paint and perfume
you'd like to meet her your conscience says no
obey your conscience turn around and go
she's no angel, no angel, her wings are not real
she'll ruin your life if your heart she can steal
she'll tell you tales to bring tears to your eyes
but don't you believe them for they're only lies.