Breakaway - Graham Bonnet

There he stands a man among men

Claiming one woman’s never enough

Then tells the girl he’s exclusively hers

From one till two-thirty at most

She is the afternoon lover

They have each other for lunch

He’s born with the mind of a hunter

To prey on the weak and the young

Breakaway, leave this liar alone

Fade away, take a walk in the sun

So well versed with the perfect excuse

Tells the boss he’s been working so hard

Needs some time to do things for himself

But he’s forever punching the card

He’s got to get out of this prison

To search for the pick of the pack

She’s out there somewhere and waiting

For the hound to be free from the trap

Breakaway, leave this liar alone

Fade away, take a walk in the sun

How come I know all about him

Why do I know him so well

You see I’m that habitual liar in this perpetual hell

Breakway

Breakway