|
Come on get wise, Milord |
|
Her lips tells lies, Milord |
|
The girl that you adore |
|
Has found another guy |
|
She just got bored, Milord |
|
Now you're ignored, Milord |
|
Deep down inside your pride |
|
Won't let you say goodbye |
|
That southern belle, Milord |
|
Has got a heart of ice |
|
Love can be done, Milord |
|
As well as paradise |
|
You met her at a bar |
|
Her lips were ruby red |
|
Her lazy southern draw |
|
Soon turn your noble head |
|
You swore you never part |
|
Though you live far away |
|
How could you know a heart |
|
Like other hearts would stray |
|
Come on get hip, Milord |
|
And let life rip, Milord |
|
Be sure there's plenty more |
|
Of loving to be done |
|
There, just to meet, Milord |
|
With lips as sweet, Milord |
|
And hearts to make and break |
|
Before the race is run |
|
So hit the town, Milord |
|
Come on and be my guest |
|
We'll turn it upside down |
|
And devil takes the rest |
|
The story is the same |
|
Whenever young love grows |
|
And no one is to blame |
|
It's just the way it goes |
|
You're not the first who's found |
|
That love can be unkind |
|
And still the world goes round |
|
But one heart's left behind |
