Ghosted

There was a little girl Off the eastern shore With big dreams She wanted more Bound for New York City To make her art She heard the stories Protect your heart Then they started romancing They would go dancing He was a dream And she was over her head There were more in his bed Oh what a pity And it's always the way it goes One minute he's hot And the next he's cold And it's always the way it goes One minute he's yours And the next a ghost One minute he's yours And the next a ghost There was a little boy Off the western shore He played computers And girls for sport Bound for New York City For a fresh new start He played his cards With a wondering heart Then they started romancing They would go dancing He was a dream And she was over her head There were more in his bed Oh what a pity And it's always the way it goes One minute he's hot And the next he's cold And it's always the way it goes One minute he's yours And the next a ghost One minute he's yours And the next a ghost Then they started romancing They would go dancing He was a dream And she was over her head There were more in his bed Oh what a pity And it's always the way it goes One minute he's hot And the next he's cold And it's always the way it goes One minute he's yours And the next a ghost One minute he's yours And the next a ghost