Oh, Kara

Oh, Kara

I see what you're saying

He's not saying very much at all

He'll take it if you give

And then take it all for granted

Tell you he don't need you after all

God made

The pretty men indecisive

And left to their devices

They'll keep playing the same games

I think

We both dodged a bullet

A bullet with green eyes

But a bullet just the same

Oh, Kara

I should've got to leaving

The first time in passing that he called you a bitch

I didn't know much of your story

So I sat there quiet

But I know, deep down, he'll call me that too in a little bit

God made

The pretty men indecisive

And left to their devices

They'll keep playing the same games

I think

We both dodged a bullet

A bullet with green eyes

But a bullet just the same

A bullet with green eyes

But a bullet just the same

Just the same