Over His Head
He tempts fate when he walks out the front door.
The back door has been destroyed in his war.
He's still a child somewhere deep in his mind.
I would pity him, but I'm not the pitying kind
To how many girls has he pledged his love?
One too many - he still doesn't have enough.
Each one different and yet all the same,
In the way they weep tears of incurable pain.
All their diary entries state "He is the most handsome man ever".
I fell for his trap when I promised I'd never.
But what's done is done, what's been said is said.
I'm just another girl that went over his head.
