I think I'm about to give in To a love that was doomed to begin with And what would those naysayers say? They'd say "I knew she would leave you It's the least she could do To a two-timing deabeat That hides the truth You don't want to say You've been taken You've been taken" So let's say I'm going to give in Who says your arms are still open? Have I missed your sad sailboat again? Oh, I could jump into the ocean And fight through the waves Or any old hurricane that came my way If that's what it takes To be taken To be taken What is it about you That I want to rescue? Or is it me That needs to be rescued? And what if I never give in? It just might not make any difference Or it might fill my heart with regret Because I could be out on the weekends At the usual house And what if you enter On another's arms? And you eyes would say "I am taken I am taken I am taken Oh, I really am"