In Greek mythology, King Teucer, Greek: Τεῦκρος, (also Teucrus) was said to have been the son of the river Scamander and the nymph Idaea. Before the arrival of Dardanus, the land that would eventually be called Dardania (and later still the Troad) was known as Teucria and the inhabitants as Teucrians, after Teucer.
And when I think of you
I hope we make it through
And when I think I'm strong
You let me know I'm wrong
Everything we ever did
It somehow complicated it
And somehow now we've lost our grip
You've always had me right where you want me
You, you got me wrapped around your finger
You, you got me hoping this gets better
You, you got me wrapped around your finger
You, you got me hoping this gets better
And when I think of me
And how it used to be
I was so different then
I don't know where to begin
Everything we ever did
And somehow now we've lost our grip
You've always had me right where you want me
You, you got me wrapped around your finger
You, you got me hoping this gets better
You, you got me wrapped around your finger
You, you got me hoping this gets better
(You, always. You, always)
You, you got me wrapped around your finger
You, you got me hoping this gets better
You, you got me wrapped around your finger
You, you got me hoping this gets better
You, you got me wrapped around your finger
You, you got me hoping this gets better
You, you got me wrapped around your finger
You, you got me hoping this gets better
You, you got me wrapped around your finger