Broken Lover - Ingram Hill

I look at her photographs

Hiding behind a laugh

I stare at her hazy eyes

They make for a good disguise and

I wonder how she dreams

Sometimes it seems

She’s got it figured out

What I don’t know about and

I know she’s fine

Runnin' through the night time

And she gets by

I wonder where she hides

Where

Can I find another

There

There goes my broken lover

She looks like a beauty queen

Cut from a magazine

She got golden locks of hair

She kills me with her stare and

She says she won’t date no boys

Got no use for toys

But then I see her flirt with a

Poor man that she’s gonna hurt

I know she’s fine

Runnin' through the night time

And she gets by

I wonder where she hides

Where

Can I find another

There

There goes my broken lover

And when She smiles I see it last

How many miles she’s come to pass

I know she’s fine

Runnin' through the night time

And she gets by

I wonder where she hides

Where

Can I find another

There

There goes my broken lover