Make up your mind you wicked man
Yes, No or Maybe
I just need to understand
Or put me in storage until you decide
Like one of your cars you rarely drive
The thrill of the chase, a cliche that's so true
I think it was written especially for you
That hard man face you show to the world
Is starting to crumble from beating up girls
When you run away again
Like you seem to do
Will I still be waiting?
Just for you?
The odds were in your favor
and your a gambling man
But no one can win at every hand
Look over your shoulder and ******* a kiss
I might still be there
But don't bet on it