You were like one of those guysThe kind with a wandering eyeBut I said, "hey what the hell, once in my life I'll take a ride on the wild side"You were so full of yourselfBut damn, were you cute, as wellI packed my bags, I liked your movesAnyone could tell that it's hard to deny that
Shakira chronicles my life.
Did it again, loveI got it all wrongBut it felt so rightI can't believe itAnd all the mistakesThat went on for too longWish there was a wayI could delete it
And the last month-or-so.
Second night in a row
Back in trouble
I don't get it
Gotta keep it down
We ignore it (yes, I know)
its getting betterWhen it comes to men it's known
That I end up choosing wrong
'Cause I always trip and fall
The same old rock and repeat and go back
In a really macabre-creepy-scary sort of way.
It may seem to you that I am in a placeWhere I'm losing the direction of my lifeBut I'm sure that this is nothing but a phase"Right back at ya," cause I'll survive...