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She Was Mine
She Was Mine (Holland)

We met for dinner at a friend's place
And got s*%&-faced drinking wine

We left alone that night together
In crushed leather, she looked divine

She said, "I'm too young to know anything;
Too old to know everything. What's the time?"

"Wait a second" I said, "You're a first rate phony."
Seductively lonely, she was mine


We tore off to her flat
Tires spinning
And the clutch got hot

Top down, brake pads
Beginning to wear
Got stuck in a parking lot

Don't stop, don't stop

We settled on a popcorn evening on her ceiling
Were all the signs

She packed her face and spent the weekend
Oh lord how weakened I resigned

Next thing I knew I was in handcuffs
Then came the banned stuff and breakfast time

I looked away as she was leaving
Not quite believing she was mine




Copyright 2009 - David A. Holland
Lyrics Credits: David Holland
Music Credits: David Holland
Producer Credits: Kevin Poree & David Holland
Publisher Credits: David A. Holland
Performance Credits: Hiding in Public
Label Credits: Hiding in Public
Short Song Description:
This song is pure fun! Great story, brilliant playing and full of surprises!
Long Song Description:
Story Behind the Song:
Song Length: 3:56
Primary Genre: Pop-Rock
Secondary Genre: Rock-Classic
Tempo: Medium (111 - 130)
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
Similar Artist 1: Beatles, The
Similar Artist 2: Eric Clapton
Language: English