All the working buds are craning their necksnShe knows they love it when she's wearing a dressnShe works hard to erase the lines on her facenAnd the pills to help her cope with the stressnnAll the office guys are scratching their headsnShe won't take any of them home to bednAfter she's had her fill she hands them the billnAnd then laughs on the phone with her friendsnnBut she gets tirednAll the games she likes to play wear her downnnHe got fed up with all the cords up her sleevenAll the half truths he tried to believenAnd that night at The Top when she kissed the copnIt just seemed like it was time to leavennShe thought it may have been time for a breaknBut lately feeling like it was a mistakenShe got the note that he wrote and started to gloatnBut was left with a dull stinging achennShe gets tirednAll the games she likes to play wear her downnShe can't forget and regrets the one she lives withoutnOn the edge of townnnBut if she let go would it all come crashing down?nIf she let go, and it all came crashing downnHe'd stick around