All the nights 
I spend, waiting 
Time moves so slow 
Leaning on my friends, complaining 
Why it's so hard 
This girl's prepared for war 
And as for love, who knows what it's good for 
Except for crying yourself to sleep at night 
And for blowing down, your little heart 
Staring at your face, wondering 
What went wrong 
I cannot pretend, to be playing 
Anymore This girl's prepared for war 
And as for love, who knows what it's good for 
Except for crying yourself to sleep at night 
And for blowing down, your little heart 
This girl's prepared for war 
And as for love, who knows what it's good for 
Except for crying yourself to sleep at night 
And for blowing down, your little heart