Nothing To Do With Love
Julie Dougherty / Lucas Pickford ©2004

He was dark, brooding and self-involved
So why did she even care?
Her vain attempts to arouse him brought only a cold, cold stare
And yet she felt compelled by the power of fate, or whim or fantasy
To live out this struggle, this give and take
To live out this dime-store destiny

It was so cliché and almost funny
If it wasn’t so sad
She fell for his stormy melancholy, for his penchant to be bad
And oh, it cost her dearly, her money and some pride
While he bristled with youthful anger
As she begged him to be kind

Chorus:
For the woman who had everything
She wore him like a diamond ring
Cold to the bone, when push came to shove
She knew it had nothing to do with love

Out of control and she knew it
Her need for him was so strong
If she once had the will, she blew it like snuffed candles
And an old birthday song
Yet no amount of wishing could make her appear brand new
And the wanderings of her restless lover
Drown her in a murky blue

Chorus

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