I am done.
After a crazy, unforgiving divorce, the last thing I want is a man.
Romance, love, all of it... total crap.
But when a smear of lipstick and a Pink Squirrel,
Yes, a Pink Squirrel, lead to him,
And I'm not willing to go back,
Even though I know nothing is ever easy.
Literally fell in my arms,
Like something out of a dream,
Or a joke.
But one thing is certain,
There's no way in Hell I'm letting her go.
And I don't care if what they say is true,
Playing with fire may get me burned.
It's a chance I'm willing to take.