This song just has a Candy sound, like you have no choice but to love it. She's tired of the player, yeah his words lured her in but now that she has a brain back she understands that "It wont feel me up, when I am lonley." All his words are like candy, theyre sweet. But all that candy wont fill her up, they'll only make her sick.
Not lonely as is the woman in the song, but the rest is perfect. Tired of the excuses; the lies; the broken promises; etc. When one is supposedly fearful, he's alone...not with someone month after month. Time for bed...and time to put him to bed for good.
Not lonely as is the woman in the song, but the rest is perfect. Tired of the excuses; the lies; the broken promises; etc. When one is supposedly fearful, he's alone...not with someone month after month. Time for bed...and time to put him to bed for good.
This song just has a Candy sound, like you have no choice but to love it. She's tired of the player, yeah his words lured her in but now that she has a brain back she understands that "It wont feel me up, when I am lonley." All his words are like candy, theyre sweet. But all that candy wont fill her up, they'll only make her sick.
Not lonely as is the woman in the song, but the rest is perfect. Tired of the excuses; the lies; the broken promises; etc. When one is supposedly fearful, he's alone...not with someone month after month. Time for bed...and time to put him to bed for good.
Not lonely as is the woman in the song, but the rest is perfect. Tired of the excuses; the lies; the broken promises; etc. When one is supposedly fearful, he's alone...not with someone month after month. Time for bed...and time to put him to bed for good.