(Brewster)
You`re wasting your time, she`s made up her mind
the circuit is closed and nobody knows
she`s got a man there
The magic is gone, protected too long
she`s a staute in flames
she`s found a new game
she`s got a man there
Still nothing satisfies, no peace of mind
don`t cry when the glamour dies
it happens all the time
Out past midnight every night
keeping secrets out of sight
making love till morning light
She`s got a man there
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