A heart of glass and hiding her past
I'm sure it's not in my interests to ask
In her long black coat and shoes
And sipping from a thin black flask
I heard she'd never cried
In all of her twenty years
And on the day her father died
She only shed three tears
Well I threw caution to the wind
To end up in her arms again
Took no caution and took no time
I had to make her mine
And as her wedding bells chime
I'd surely walk the fine line
I had to make her mine
There she stands all dressed in black
It's her chosen method of attack
Long dark hair and pale white skin
She's not the type to let you in
Smoking her cigarettes
And causing heart attacks
There's no changing facts for facts
Oh god I want her back
Well I threw caution to the wind
To end up in her arms again
Took no caution and took no time
I had to make her mine
And as her wedding bells chime
I'd surely walk the fine line
I had to make her mine
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