Saturday night lying in her arms
The sweet smell of lavender made me tingle
Her hair, even more beautiful than before strokes my face
Her makeup once neatly on her face now smudged by raindrop tears
We’re lying here on her bed, holding each other for comfort
Here her false friend watches and sniggers in the corner
But I don’t care for superficial girls, only girls with real hearts
Like the girl I’m holding in my arms
I don’t want to leave her
I know that her heart is bleeding
I can see her breaking, she’s too fragile
Don’t let her drop
Keep her in your arms
Don’t let her go