She was 19 and alone No place to call her own
Two packed bags was all she called home
Her innocence taken from her long ago
All she is left with is a head full of dreams
She became an adult before she became a teen
Now she is chasing after Paper Love
For thirty minutes maybe more
Just knock on the door
She has her own room
She controls the mood
She will make the move
Nothing you need to do
Just leave that Paper Love on the stand
She will make sure you feel like a man
Just take her hand
She doesn\'t know any other way of life
Wrong or right she makes her own price It can be a donation if you like
She is chasing Paper Love
No time for anything emotional
Or anything personal
Love has no choice Love has no voice
Its something with a price, just makes some feel alright
Can\'t put it behind just want to continue living the lie
Just chasing Paper Love
If there is more to this world, she would want some
Never given a chance for something different
Believing this is all she could be
©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley