I  I was so naive
I was so guillable
so young
so fresh and green
then
bubbly and thought the world
and every one in it
was my friend
an open book
to be stamped on
and she knew
she knew I was all of those things
fresh from the country  
you are no competition to me
that is why she called
isn't that why she called  
she said she just wanted to hear my voice

And I was busy building you a palace  
layering your soul with love
and it was all a game
the memories the conversations
they comeback and hit me
like a gigantic wave
you always had a "thing"
for those type those
pretty model type  
and what was I  to you
I was a joke .