Red lipstick, rose petals, heart break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low,

I ask you what's the matter?
You say, oh it's nothing at all
Heart's racing, outta control
And you knew that I couldn't let it go
You used to be this boy I loved
And I used to be this girl of your dreams
Who knew the course of this one drive
Injured us fatally

You took the best years of my life
I took the best years of your life
Felt like love struck me in the night
I prayed that love don't strike twice..

WHAT'S LOVE WITHOUT TRAGEDY?