He was a boy
she was a girl
can I make it any more obvious?
He was a priest.
She served the booze.
What more can I say.
He wanted to share.
She'd always said,
she wanted him as well.
All of her friends stank up the bar,
they had a problem with religion.
He was spirit boy.
She said, "Get over here, boy"
He didn't want her that bad.
She had a pretty face, but her rack was in his face,
she needed to give him some space.
Five years from now, she still pours the booze.
She's still sober.
She grabs the paper, and guess what she reads.
Spirit boy running that little town.
She wakes up her friends,
they don't really care.
They're too drunk anyway,
she steps out,
wanders the town,
looks over at the man she couldn't turn down.
He was a spirit boy,
she said, "get over here, boy"
he didn't want her that bad.
Now he's a shaman,
jamming out his sermons,
girl are you ready to let go, yet?
It's time to let go,
you've gotta face it, that boys just moved on
he's more than your toy.
That's how this story ends
too bad that you couldn't win,
that boy just didn't want
too bad for you girl.
He's just a boy, and you're just a girl.
Can I make it more obvious,
it didn't work out
that's just how it is, what more can I say.