time has run out
whats it gonna be
shot in the dark
he says possibly
you choose
I buy
its all just a bore
a ring on the finger
is such an eyesore
she talks
you listen
you play your cards right
maybe if your lucky
this will be the night
no questions are asked
you really don't care
who's waiting at home
she'll always be there
your luck has run out
she sees it again
the truth revealed
of a fathers sin
by-RD