Prime Circle
She Always Gets What She Wants

She comes around like a wild fire,
And like a moth drawn to a flame
I'm on my way to being burned up
Once again

And I've been through this before,
A hundred times or more
But she keeps me coming back
What am I waiting for

She always gets what she wants
She always gets what she needs and more
She always counts out the chords that I'm playing
She always moves to the rhythm
She is making
She is

She walks to the sound of her own drum
One minute she's there the next she's gone
And I'm left to pick up pieces of myself
To carry on

And I've been through this before,
A hundred times or more,
But she keeps me coming back,
What am I waiting for

She always gets what she wants
She always gets what she needs and more
She always counts out the chords that I'm playing
She always moves to the rhythm
She is making
She is

She is
She is
She is my home
She is
She is
She is my home

And I've been through this before
A hundred times or more
But she keeps me coming back,
What am I waiting for

She always gets what she wants
She always gets what she needs and more
She always counts out the chords that I'm playing
She always moves to the rhythm
She is making
She is

She is
She always gets what she wants
She always gets what she needs and more
She always counts out the chords that I'm playing
always moves to the rhythm
She is making
She is

She is
She is my home
She is
She is
She is my home

And I've been through this before
A hundred times or more
But she keeps me coming back,
What am I waiting for

And I've been through this before
And I've been through this before
And I've been through this before
What am I waiting for


Mirror lyrics:

What am I waiting for
And I've been through this before
And I've been through this before
And I've been through this before

What am I waiting for
But she keeps me coming back,
A hundred times or more
And I've been through this before

She is my home
She is
She is
She is my home
She is

She is
She is making
always moves to the rhythm
She always counts out the chords that I'm playing
She always gets what she needs and more
She always gets what she wants
She is

She is
She is making
She always moves to the rhythm
She always counts out the chords that I'm playing
She always gets what she needs and more
She always gets what she wants

What am I waiting for
But she keeps me coming back,
A hundred times or more
And I've been through this before

She is my home
She is
She is
She is my home
She is
She is

She is
She is making
She always moves to the rhythm
She always counts out the chords that I'm playing
She always gets what she needs and more
She always gets what she wants

What am I waiting for
But she keeps me coming back,
A hundred times or more,
And I've been through this before,

To carry on
And I'm left to pick up pieces of myself
One minute she's there the next she's gone
She walks to the sound of her own drum

She is
She is making
She always moves to the rhythm
She always counts out the chords that I'm playing
She always gets what she needs and more
She always gets what she wants

What am I waiting for
But she keeps me coming back
A hundred times or more
And I've been through this before,

Once again
I'm on my way to being burned up
And like a moth drawn to a flame
She comes around like a wild fire,


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