Vacant Love

She told me she was not some little girl
So I decided I would take her home,
And after we had played around the world,
I never had to call her on the phone,
And so I get to hang out with my friends
And wait until the weekdays ever end,
We'll be...

Making love,
A vacant love,
'Cause my hands and my eyes
Can't catch enough.
Making love,
A vacant love.

A hungry little heart can mess you up,
Can bring you all the way down to your knees.
Vacating from your mind when you get stuck
And maybe leave you begging,
"Baby please,"
And so I get to wind up with my friends
and wait until the weekdays ever end,
We'll be...

Repeat Chorus.

When everything has all been said and done
There's nothing left to say that wasn't true.
I realize you're probably not the one
And never have the chance to make me blue.
When everybody wants to mess around
And everyone goes home and we go down,
We'll be...

© 1996 Roving Gypsies