All that she needed
Was one good reason
And you couldn't find it
Left her standing
So damn demanding
With hands in your pockets
Took all the money
Never found it funny
Moved back with your parents
Blamed all the feelings
You can't conceal
On emotional violence
But some things are out of your hands
Looks like Indiana
Packed up her bags
And went out and got it
Took her clothes from the closet
Safety deposit wasn't an option
Caught up to beauty
Always saw through me
And knew what she wanted
Product of passion
Foretold the fashion
And lived out of order
But some things are out of your hands
In the dead of the night
When I laid by your side
Victory, death, and pride
Couldn't lie if I tried
Do you know what it takes?
To be something that breaks at the spark of a flame
I got no one to blame
Do you know what it takes?
Do I have what it takes?
Do you know what it takes?
'Cause I have what it takes
Mama had a baby
Drove her crazy
Pushed her to drinkin'
Daddy wore a collar
Spent the last dollar
That ship was sinkin'
Oh, you talk about the money
Baby, not about the money
Baby, not about the money, baby
Told the cover
You don't need another
What the fuck were you thinking?
Baby, some things are out of your hands
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