She leaves her heart up on the shelf
Easier to keep, than to give to someone else
I see her out every Friday night
Makin' eyes but it don't mean that she's mine
With the cigarette smoke in the bar room talkin'
She comes here to be known
But always leaves a little more
Mo-ore
Tell me honey, do ya try
What's so different about this and daylight
If it can't make you cry
Make you mad
Or get you high
It's just a waste of time
Any ol' fool can go as far
Dress it up and play the part
But it ain't love
If it can't break your heart
She wants a fine line between givin' in
And givin' up
One is just an open door
The other one you're standing short
Tell me honey, does it cross your mind
That there's more than meets the eye
If it can't make you cry
Make you mad
Or get you hifh
It's just a waste of time
Any ol' fool can go as far
Dress it up and play the part
But it ain't love
If it can't break your heart
I'm not running for the doorway
I'm not running for the doorway
I'm not running for the doorway
Don't leave
I'm not running for the doorway
I'm not running for the doorway
I'm not running for the doorway
Don't leave
Yea-Yeah
I'm not running for the doorway
I'm not running for the doorway
I'm not running for the doorway
I'm not running for the doorway
Yea-Yea-Yea-Yeah
If it can't make you cry
Make you mad
Or get you high
It's just a waste of time
Any ol' fool can go as far
Dress it up and play the part
But it ain't love
If it can't break your heart
