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Now I know for sure


Now she knows for sure,

It was the way he walked, strutting, how could a swimmer strut.

Thats more of a femine thing to do, but he is he.

Now she knows for sure,

It was the way you flicked your hair, just above your eyes, so you could see the world around.

He never listened, he shut her out, even when she needed to be let out.

I guess this could be a shame, but he's the shame

Now she'll never know for sure, if it was worth all the rain the coulds poured.

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