...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... 
THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS

GAIL'S GARDENS


she's the master of the hit and run
she'll take everything you have
with or without a gun
and all the while convince you
that you were having fun
she's the master of the hit and run

she's the cobra in the mouse hotel
she'll welcome you in and
always wishing you well
before you know that you're under her spell
you'll buy all she sells
then she'll bleed you dry so no one tells

how can her heart be so hard
how can she be so cruel
hold out everything you care about
then treat you like a fool
so cool

how can her soul be so cold
how can she play that game
destroy everything you care about
leave you with nothing but blame
and shame

she's the master of the hit and run
she'll take everything you have
and before she is done
she'll convince you all the while
that you were having fun
she's the master of the hit and run

is there is a great beyond
where judgments are paid
I sure wouldn't want to be her
her bed has been made
better there is nothingness
just this hard cold place today
where cruelty is an art form
and her way of life
so what can I say

she's the master of the hit and run
she'll take everything you have
and before she is done
she'll convince you all the while
that you were having fun
she's the master of the hit and run




Master of the Hit and Run


Ric Candor    ©2001



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