Rare , Precious And Gone Testo

Cry baby boy, not tears of joy the one you held is no longer your toy She's got her new boots and her make up on You can call her your friend but never 'lover' again She's made it clear as air that this affair is at an end So what are you doing holding on ? Can't you see she's rare, precious and she's gone She's rare, precious and she's gone She was soft in your hands, now she's shattered your plans I'm sympathetic but you've got to understand You tried to squeeze her into someplace she just don't belong She was being sincere when she breathed in your ear as long as there were stars in the night sky she'd be near Even angels get it wrong ! Won't you see she's rare, precious and she's gone She's rare, precious and she's gone It's a subtle trap seeing guilt in her mind but 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 seen She's a rose without a thorn She's a peach, she's a prize, a gift in disguise She's graceful and colourful and when she grows she'll be wise but most of all my friend she's gone Gone, gone, gone... She's rare, precious and she's gone She'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...