lost one

isn't it you wish someone saw you so beautiful?

call me fyodor, no, call me alexei
no, call me david's girl, 'cept he never does text me

hindsight, hard to tell what her plan was
next thing you know she's across the atlantic
tough to say if she's fed up with scandals,
perplexing to say if she was runnin' her cameras,
or lookin' for a dude with wheels and handles

rainy nights in chicago, thinkin' what I shoulda' said to her
maybe she didn't like livin' up the elevator,
or maybe she was up for more or less dictator

now you know, my heart's got a crater
every day I still pray for her
she knows I'm top of this game like gladiator

Sheer Mac
Now F'dat