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 been I've 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 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
Mine
I've And 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