Bowling for Soup — Ack

She's a lovely girl, but, only when she gets her way She can be thoughtful, but, she's cruel sometimes I think I like her, but, she sends an inconsistant vibe Hold my hand out, and, she punches me good-bye She's got me tied up in her eyes Makes me compromise myself She feeds on disillusion I thought she was disillusioned I kicked the grass up while I waited outside my front door She drove by twice before she stopped and let me in I want to tell her exactly how confused I am I try to stop, but, then I can't begin