Testo Oh, Kara

Oh, Kara
I see what you're saying
He's not saying very much at all
He'll take it if you give
And then take it all for granted
Tell you he don't need you after all

God made The pretty men indecisive
And left to their devices
They'll keep playing the same games
I think
We both dodged a bullet
A bullet with green eyes
But a bullet just the same

Oh, Kara
I should've got to leaving
The first time in passing that he called you a bitch
I didn't know much of your story
So I sat there quiet
But I know, deep down, he'll call me that too in a little bit
God made
The pretty men indecisive
And left to their devices
They'll keep playing the same games
I think
We both dodged a bullet
A bullet with green eyes
But a bullet just the same

A bullet with green eyes
But a bullet just the same
Just the same