I'm tired of telling the story Tired of telling it your way Yeh I know what I saw I know that I found the floor | | Before you take my heart, reconsider Before you take my heart, reconsider I've opened the door I've opened the door |
Here comes the summer's son He burns my skin I ache again I'm over you | | I thought I had a dream to hold Maybe that has gone Your hands reach out and touch me still But this feels so wrong |
Before you take my heart, reconsider Before you take my heart, reconsider I've opened the door | | I've opened the door Here comes the summer's son He burns my skin I ache again I'm over you |
Here comes the winter's rain To cleanse my skin I wake again I'm over you | | Before you take my heart, reconsider Before you take my heart, reconsider I've opened the door I've opened the door |
Here comes the summer's son He burns my skin I ache again I'm over you | | Here comes the winter's rain To cleanse my skin I wake again I'm over you I'm over you |
Here comes the summer's son He burns my skin I ache again I'm over you | | Here comes the winter's rain To cleanse my skin I wake again I'm over you |
Sharleen you rock kicking Paris Hiltons arse