Can't call you "baby girl"
You're too old for that now
Yours, a young heart with love's old soul
And you've sold yourself out
For her it's never for the camera
She allows herself to be captured perfectly
He's an amateur at best with the worst of intentions
Ready to practice his photography
So disposable with her lucrative mind
She knows he'll never have her behind
But he's hooked up on her line
Shout love against the wind
I dream to thumb soft circles into your wrist
His lips fumble, hers furl in
Their worlds tiptoeing, blurred
Hours pass with hands intertwined
Still he won't change her mind
Oh, stability her enemy; a runaway lover
And a thousand lines won't keep her tied, no
So disposable with her lucrative mind
She knows he'll never have her behind
But he's hooked up on her line
So disposable with her lucrative mind
She knows he'll never have her behind
But he's hooked up on her line