10-4 Eleanor

Fuck Yer Star, Cybertron
Congratulations are in order You made it out alive You don't have to have a conscience I'll be far out of your sight Counting all the things I have done And all the things I have said And they're oh so easy to forget I have to hand it to you, girl You made short work of me I'm played on as easily as a pipe When I'm made weak in the knees Was it just too hard to say what you were thinking? Of did deception keep your ego running smooth? And you might escape unscathed But you can't hold back the truth You knew I wouldn't walk away So you took from me what suited you From Letras Mania