She looks so young for her age
the pretty one
oh so wise
with the silver heart
only big enough for one

Which you can tell, because
she'd rather give her love away
than keep any for herself

She, who left a trail of injured lovers
to find her way back home
looked into a reflecting pool
to see a girl unknown to her
a missionary
with a familiar grin
but with no more faith to spread

Shore or not, she'll dive right in
because she's heard tales of hot tubs
somewhere on the southern beach
where she'll raise her hands defiantly
to stop tidal waves

And although I see her cry
with her stoic pretenses
she'd better keep swimming
because she'll get none of my sympathies