and so the story goes the plainest girl you know is not the fantasy with happy, starry eyes she takes them by surprise and oh, they’re so, so pleased
where blame is here and there your guilt is everywhere you wait for one mistake the ever gentle man will tear her down again and you’ll be there to praise
the lovely ones all come undone
the very thing you hate will have you giving thanks suspend your own belief until you can’t afford another closing door regret and jealousy