Story

Marissa Jones you watch the black suits walking past,

Your life was empty for a while,

Michael Porter has a new girl in his arms,

She has a cherry flavoured smile,

You watch as he greets her,

His arms around her shoulder,

He'll try to believe that it's you,

When he kissed you,

Those delicate shoes used to walk you straight to the moon,

Now he wonders why he ever stayed.

Michael Porter you flew in from Timbuktu,

You missed her red hair and her style,

Marissa Jones now she's living all on her own,

She loves the freedom of the wild,

He pleads: "Give me something!"

She needs nothing from him.

And she'll try to believe that it's fate

And she'll miss you,

But it's far too late now,

She's done through,

Finished with crying for anyone,

And now she wonders why she ever stayed.

Do you stop to think it all through?

When you run to the love that you needed,

To pull through,

It ended too soon,

And you tried too hard and it's over between you,

Nothing compares to the love you shared,

But it's all just a story now.

And I hope you're both happy now,

As it all turned out: you never stayed.