Damage

Your hands on mine

I loved your hands on mine

I had a real good time

Feeling your hands on mine

Your breath on me

I felt your breath on me

I was who I wanted to be

When I felt your breath on me

I guess we never cutting up the damage

Don't know if we were naïve or pretentious?

Do you think that we were players or pretenders?

Do you think that we deserve the happy ending?

I guess we never cutting up the damage

I guess we never cutting up the damage

His hands on you

In your high heel shoes

I saw you at the corner store

I didn't know what to do

So I drove away

I wiped my eyes and prayed

That I could just get over you

That we could put the past away

I guess we never cutting up the damage

Don't know if we were naïve or pretentious?

Do you think that we were players or pretenders?

Do you think that we deserve the happy ending?

I guess we never cutting up the damage (oh-oh, oh-oh)

I guess we never cutting up the damage (oh-oh, oh-oh)