she had some trouble with herself.
I was always there to help her
but i think she belonged to someone else.
i drove for miles and miles
and wound up at your door.
i've had her so many times
but somehow i want more.
tap on my heart,
knock on my heart.
i want to make her beautiful
i know i tend to get so insecure
it doesn't matter anymore.
i don't mind spending everyday
out on your corner in the pouring rain.
look for the girl with the broken smile,
ask her if she wants to stay awhile
as she will be loved by me.
it's not always rainbows and butterlies.
it's compromise that moves us along.
my heart is full and my door is always open,
she can come anytime she want.
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