She was seventeen
She came with a phony dream
Seeking private lives in honest faces
So she lost her heart to a careful kind of guy
Who kept his private lives in other places.
?Cos a cautious man don't care what kind of shoes he wears
As long as he has a spare pair of laces.
So she was drunk with desire
And in his careful way
He measured out his love and let her taste it
But as her giving grew he took from others too
And carefully erased any traces.
?Cos a cautious man don't care what kind of shoes he wears
As long as he has a spare pair of laces.
He'll be prepared for any crises that occur
He'll be prepared to lie and flat deny he ever wanted her
To chase him.
?Cos a cautious man don't care what kind of shoes he wears
As long as he has a spare pair of laces.
So she was twenty one when she saw the light
And left him seeking lies in honest faces
Left him with a spare pair of laces.