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.