She left the credit cards under her goodbye note "All of these are yours, goodbye" and that was all she wrote Keys to the Porsche she dropped on the floor in the den Left in the [unverified] Dodge that he drove her in She wasn't angry, she wasn't sad She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had Tired of being blonde Tired of running around with the usual guys and gals Tired of being blonder Tired of living up to all he expected Tired of being blonde Tired of living a life that had only been planned by one Tired of being blonde Tired of letting her dreams go neglected She used to love to know she rounded out his world She used to love to be all he ever loved in a girl He liked to buy her clothes that made her sexy and cute Guess, she decided she'd been too long away from her roots She wasn't crazy, she wasn't mad She just knew in her heart they had drained her of all that she had Tired of being blonde Tired of all the platinum frustration Tired of being blonde Tired of looking like a cutie on the cover of a magazine Tired of being blonde Tired of chasing all the latest sensations She wasn't angry, no, no, she wasn't sad She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had She was tired of being blonde Tired of living a life that had only been planned by one Tired of being blonde Tired of coping with the desperation Tired of being blonde Tired of fighting back the feeling inside that told her to run Tired of being blonde Tired of hiding her own inclinations © SCREEN GEMS-EMI MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com