She Shakes, like the morning after,
While dawn brakes, behind her eyes.
And all it takes, to forget her partner,
Is for her partner to forget to try.

He wastes, all my time and patience,
With such poise, style and grace.
And there conversations through this silence
Cuz no one wants to lose this race.

And it don't make sense and it wont make sense
But it will make the news by four.
Because my dear its brutally clear we don't talk,
Like we did before.

Love's taste- twenty pounds of makeup.
Buy, apply, then rock and roll.
Try your best to get struck,
Let it all take its toll.

And it don't make sense and it wont make sense
But it will make the news by four.
Because my dear its brutally clear we don't talk,
Like we did before.

And it don't make sense and it wont make sense
But it will make the news by four.