Faber Drive

She's crying
On the phone
Everyday, it's the same
But she'll never know
He's lying,
He's not alone
At the bar, grinding hard,
With another ho
So wasted,
He stumbles in
Throws the keys on the couch,
Acting innocent,
She won't ask,
Where he's been,
Just wants a kiss from his lips,
Cause she misses him
All this time, it kills me
This is the game that plays away,
He's gonna cheat
Night after night,
Another girl, another drink
She doesn't see that she should be with me
She's gotta give him, g-g-give him up,
She's gotta give him, g-g-give him up,
She's gotta give him, g-g-give him up,
She's gotta give him, g-g-give him up,
She's gotta give him,
G-g-g-give him up
He wakes up
To go to work
Takes his keys, his cds
And a Gucci shirt
He's practised
And well rehearsed
Every line by design
In the mirror first,
She's dressed up
It's Friday night
Sitting home, all alone
Hoping he's alright,
He calls her,
He's working late