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 got 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 someone feel alright

Can't put life 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

 

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