(Brewster)
You're wasting your time, she's made up her mind
the circuit is closed and nobody knows
she's got a man there
The magic is gone, protected too long
she's a staute in flames
she's found a new game
she's got a man there
Still nothing satisfies, no peace of mind
don't cry when the glamour dies
it happens all the time
Out past midnight every night
keeping secrets out of sight
making love till morning light
She's got a man there