Broken toys are scattered on the floor. 
And whisky bottles shrine the living room. 
She's looking out the window, trying to see through the tears that fall. 
He left the other night on a train, god dam the man he never did no good. 
She should have left him long ago, but she couldn't get away, figured that he'd come around... but now he's gonna stay. 
Do you still dre
Am of satin, fine china and white lace? ... and a man who really loves you, loves you, to wipe the tears away? 
Do you still she the 
Effel Tower, and the table set for two? 
And if you say yes, if you say yes, it will still come true...