Deborah Conway. Will you miss me when you're sober. Will you remember me when you're not overcome. With bloodshot eyes and breath stinking of rum. Will you give me a thought.
Deborah Conway. For all the wrong reasons. I took you to bed. Seduced you so gently. And made you my captive. For all the wrong reasons I took you to bed.
Deborah Conway. Standing like I am all these feet above the crowd. Trying to figure out another way to get back on the ground. I didn't mean to cause a problem didn't mean to lose my way.
Deborah Conway. It was clear. It was bright. It was a shinning star on a black, black night. It was pure. It was plain. It was a weird, wild party and nobody came.
Deborah Conway. I fell for him like a ten ton anchor. We went sailing off on some Egyptian liner. All blue and shiny that water in motion. You know I never was looking for the bottom of the ocean.