Текст песни October 16th - Matilda Mann

Wastin' my love on a waste of a man
I couldn't resist all the wonders he held in his hand
And I wasn't caught up or taught to
See that he was trying to coerce
So I seemed to just
Push aside the times when I'd see him at his worst
Ooooh, ooooh
So with my heart pursued it was rude of me to seem so impolite
And the whiskey poured mixed with remorse is still burnin' in my mouth
And since you love me I was deceived by his captivating eyes
And I felt like for once I was a mesmerizing prize
Prize, prize
Oooooh, oooh
Little old unemotional me
I'm sorry I just can't seem to explain
Can't quite see what I thought wasn't wrong
Because at the time I never felt an pain
So how did he make me think
He was unquestionably one of the saints
I guess its all was just lies that you told me
On October 16th
Oooooh, ooooh
Oooooh, ooooh
I wasted my love on a waste of a man