"I knew the line I always use
would never reel her in,
and her shiny high-heel shoes
weren't gonna let this loser win.

My empty heart started a riot
when her long hair brushed my sleeve,
but her lips said not to try it,
her cold shoulder turned to leave.

She walked six or seven paces
and she mingled with the crowd,
she smiled at all the friendly faces,
and then the music got too loud.

And then the lady looked back,
just once, at me...
and then the lady turned,
the lady turned...
the lady turned to love,
the lady looked back and turned
to love, the lady turned to love."

10/19/2008