selfish by nature

because you were there when she wasn't.

Her lips taste like honey, but they don't talk so sweet.

Floating down the river, a request hard to meet.

Far too often we say things we don't mean, 

And my heart is heavy with these words that I sing. 

She said "don't take chances on rough one'e like me,

I kick up dust and leave when you can't see". 

Well, my eyes are open and the dust hits my eyes,

And I see.