Victim Of Love What kind of love have you got? You should be home, but you're not A room full of noise and dangerous boys Still makes you thirsty and hot
I heard about you and that man, There's just one thing I don't understand He say he's a liar, and he put out your fire How come you still got his gun in your hand?
Victim of love, I see a broken heart You've got your stories to tell Victim of love, it's such an easy part, And you know how to play it so well
Some people never come clean I think you know what I mean You're walking a wire, pain and desire, Looking for love in between
husband
P.s Played this on the road this weekend (for wife)
And if I claim to be a wise man, well It surely means that I don't know
