Lletres: Starting Line (The). With Hopes Of Starting Over.... Three's A Charm.

Harder every time and it starts to show
On my face and on my wall
Where all her pictures fall.
Getting over a three leaf clover, That I thought was four.
It's just the same as before.
Forget me, girl, I'm still recovering from her.
It hurts so.
I'm sorry, girl, I'm in no shape to love.
It's not you its her.

An absent-minded find
Was thought to be a lucky break,
But what's at stake is only dignity.
Alone I'll stand as they all dance.
I've tangoed one too many times, The floor is just not for me.

Forget me, girl, I'm still recovering from her.
It hurts so.
I'm sorry, girl, I'm in no shape to love.
It's not you its her.

So take it slow, even stop
Every now and again when I say when.
Here we go on our way to sudden change.
Turn the tables to point the other way.
And I'm dismayed.
And if I stop breathing keep your arms around me.

Forget me, girl, I'm still recovering from her.
It hurts so.
I'm sorry, girl, I'm in no shape to love.
It's not you.
Forget me, girl, I'm still recovering from her.
It hurts so.
I'm sorry, girl, I'm in no shape to love.
It's not you