Another Story – Winona Oak

I trade my heart for a love so cheap
Must cut him off
Before I’m in too deep

I was only 17 when he kissed me in the rain
Got so cold up in the flames, then time flew
We packed all of our bags
For a plan we didn’t have
I was young enough to think he loved me

For my little heart, I’m sorry
Well maybe we’ll write another story about a man who loves me right
For my little heart, I’m sorry
Well maybe we’ll write another story like Bonnie and Clyde
So baby don’t you cry

I changed myself way too many times
I didn’t wanna loose him
But I’m better off without his games
He is not to want to change

I was only 21, didn’t like what I become
He was always on the run, then time flew
So I packed all of my bags
For a plan I didn’t have
I was old enough to know he didn’t loved me

For my little heart, I’m sorry
Well, maybe we’re gonna write another story about a man who loves me right
For my little heart, I’m sorry
Well, maybe we’re gonna write another story like Bonnie and Clyde
So baby don’t you cry

For my little heart, I’m sorry
Well, maybe we’re gonna write another story about a man who loves me right
For my little heart, I’m sorry
Well, maybe we’re gonna write another story like Bonnie and Clyde
So baby don’t you cry