Testo Rare , precious and gone Mike Scott

Rare , precious and gone

Cry baby boy, not tears of joythe one you held is no longer your toyShe's got her new bootsand her make up on
You can call her your friendbut never 'lover' againShe's made it clear as air that this affairis at an end
So what are you doing holding on ? Can't you see she's rare, precious and she's goneShe's rare, precious and she's gone She was soft in your hands, now she's shattered your plansI'm sympathetic but you've got to understand
You tried to squeeze herinto someplace she just don't belong
She was being sincere when she breathed in your earas long as there were stars in the night skyshe'd be near
Even angels get it wrong ! Won't you seeshe's rare, precious and she's goneShe's rare, precious and she's gone It's a subtle trapseeing guilt in her mindbut she ain't taking your crap this time
Boy, you're out on a line... She's a queen among women, a child among queens,the finest thing that you lovesick eyes have ever seenShe's a rose without a thornShe's a peach, she's a prize,a gift in disguiseShe's graceful and colourfuland when she grows she'll be wisebut most of all my friend she's gone
Gone, gone, gone... She's rare, precious and she's goneShe's rare, precious and she's gone
Yes, she's rare, precious and she's gone
Rare, precious and she's gone
Gone, gone, gone...