IN VERONICA'S HEAD

(Rick Springfield)
 

He lifted her face up from the pillow and said
"Baby such is life"
And then he pushed his suitcase out through the door
"It'll give 'em something to talk about"
The door slammed, left a scar
She'd be damned she could see her in his car
So much for marriage and the good, good wife
Well maybe it's a fact of life

But in Veronica's head the wheels were burning
Turning out of frustration
Veronica's bed mocked every private thing she said to the bastard

She dyed her hair black in the bathroom mirror
He'd liked it blonde on his wife
An act of independence, a small victory
Hey, it was something to shout about
Cause at night, she'd crack
She'd feel his strong fingers raking down her back
She'd wake up angry but turned on like a light
Yeah baby it's a fact of life

But in Veronica's head
The wheels were burning
Turning out of frustration
Veronica said, she would never be the same No
But in Veronica's head
The fields were burning
Burning down the destruction


She turns around
He's there
Confusing her with his promises
And crying on the telephone
She twists and she turns in circles
With all of her strength she breaks free
She stumbles and she nearly falls

But in Veronica's head

The wheels were burning
Seeking out a salvation
Veronica said
She would never be the same, no
But in Veronica's head
The fields were burning
Burning down the destruction
Veronica's bed
She lies there listening
Late at night to her heartbeat
Oooh


The wheels are turning
But in Veronica's head

The fields are burning
The wheels are turning
The fields are burning

 

 

 

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