I hear your right back at the start, I'm not sorry to be off the chart. Goodbte to A typical fake misdemeanour, A classicaly insercure demeanour. Your truth fell down thick and fast, Looking back Im glad it's the past. All the parts of myself that I trusted you with, Now gifts of lasting memories for you I give. Reminding me what I knew to be true, Most only stay when their gaining from you. I happened to meet the one white witch, She told me her name was Stevie Nicks. When I asked her she sadly agreed, That she sang her song Dreams for me. So I would know exactly what to do, Say no more for mi-casa su-casa to you.
So along I move to a happier beat, Light as air on these tiny dancers feet. With A left hand man by my right side, Singing to our new song Riptide. He says im his tiger but just a kitten inside, Together we made friends, With life's Jekyll and Hyde, We are a future groom and bride.