In the storm before the calm is where the player meets her pawn she’s been ready she’s been waiting don’t be late. Secret men with secret heads secret hearts & secret beds. with the privilege of becoming what she hates. too unaware to see the truth the loss of a girl’s wasted youth. And You Can’t Save Her No More…. And You Can’t Save Her No More… Tough as diamonds
soft as silk she’s as pure as devil’s milk she’s a product of the party that is done. Another notch on her bed she forgets the times she said that when sex becomes a habit it’s no fun crossing the line between love & lust the only difference here is the heartache & the utter lack of trust And You Can’t Save Her No More…. And You Can’t Save Her No More…