She Always Gets What She Wants

She comes around like a wildfire, like a moth drawn to a flame I'm on my way to getting burned up once again And I've been through this before Oh a hundred times or more, But she keeps me coming back, what am I waiting for She always gets what she wants She always gets what she needs and more She always counts out the chords that I'm playing now She always moves to the rythem she is making She is, she is, she is my home She is, she is, she is my home She walks to the sound of her own drum One minute she is there and the next she is gone And I am left to pick up pieces of myself, carry on And I've been through this before Oh a hundred times or more, but she keeps me coming back What am I waiting for She always gets what she wants, She always gets what she needs and more She always counts out the chords that I'm playing now She always moves to the rythem she is making She is, she is, she is my home She is, she is, she is my home And I've been through this before Oh a hundred times or more She keeps me coming back, what am I waiting for She always gets what she wants She always gets what she needs and more Always counts out the chords, I'm playing now Always moves to the rythem she is making She is, she is, she is my home She is, she is, she is my home And I've been through this before Oh a hundred times or more But she keeps me coming back, what am I waiting for