Beauty queen of on-
ly eighteen, she
had some trouble with
her self.
He was always there
to help her, she
always belonged to some-
one else.
I drove for miles
and miles and wound
up at your door.
I've had you so
many times but some
how I want more.
I don't mind spending
every day
out on your corner in the
pouring rain.
Look for the girl whit the
broken smile,
ask her if she wants to
stay a while. And she will
be loved.
And she will
be loved.
I know where you hide
alone in your car,
know all of the things
that make you who you are.
I know that goodbye
means nothing at all,
comes back and begs me, catch
her every time she
falls,
yeah.
Tap on my window, knock
on my door I
want to make you feel beauti-
ful.