Every girl has her fingers crossed. They place their losing
bets. Hoping when you said, "I don't love you", You meant, "I don't
love you yet." Every girl I know is in love with you. And I know you're
well aware. You've got one around each finger... They're your brokenhearted
harem.
Chorus: Oh and you... you are Paris with an arrow, And
they're Archilles at your call. Oh, and you, you aim just like a marksman,
just to watch the maidens fall.
Every girl I know is the finest breed. They're too wise
to play the fool. But you breathe into those angels' ears. And they
crumble when you woo. Every girl I know isn't what you want. But they
make nice "trophy friends." And you wear their love like a pair of shoes.
Everyday, you break them in. (Chorus)
Every girl I know is the unwitting root, that feeds your
deepest needs. You keep them close, just to sap their strength, 'til
they don't have strength to leave. Every girl I know hold to reckless
hope, But every heart breaks in the end. And you'll pass the blame,
'cause you made it clear, "honey, we should just be friends."
Tag: You aim just like a marksman. Your aim, you're like
a marksman, You're dead on your target, just to watch the maidens fall.
