Cry baby boy, not tears of joy the one you held is no longer your toy She's got her new boots and her make up on you can call her your friend But not your lover again she's made it clear as air that this affair is at an end So what are you doing holding on? Don't you see she's rare, precious and she's gone She's rare, precious and she's gone She was soft in your hands, now she's shattered your plans I'm sympathetic but you've got to understand You tried to squeeze her somewhere she just don't belong SHe was being sincere when she breathed in your ear as long as there were stars in the night sky she'd be near Even angels get it wrong! Won't you see she's rare, precious and she's gone She's rare, precious and she's gone It's a subtle trap seeding guilt in her mind But she ain't taking your crap this time Boy you're out on a line... She's a queen among women, a child among queens the finest thing that your lovesick eyes have ever seen She's a rose without a thorn she's a peach, she's a prize A gift in disguise she's graceful and colourful and when she grows she'll be wise But most of all my friend, she's gone gone, gone gone! She's rare, precious and she's gone rare, precious and she's gone Yes, she's rare, precious and she's gone she's rare, precious and she's gone Gone, gone gone... Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com