She came here a few days ago and told me with all that she knows that she'd like to hear how pretty she could sound.
They might say she's one of a kind but mostly she's kind of the one.
I'll have to store my feelings in a box, in a box, cause she breaks me down.
And just as I give up the fight of searching perfections around, she comes in with that fresh air I had missed.
Those liars and sinners you met should no more be part of your head.
It's easy you're too smily to be sad and you break me down.
It's always too late that I figure out.
There's someone misleading us, let's never mind.
Cause sometimes you're sacred when you talk to me and sometimes you're not when you speak for you.
And you break me down.
