Clare Siobhan - 3/2 (Loves Me)

We're not a perfect match,
We're a perfect misfit
We're the same in all different ways,
And I'm getting used to it
Spin me around, tip me over
Make me dizzy with your gaze
You are my four-leaf clover
Let me count the ways
He loves me, loves me not
He loves me, my judgment's shot
We are green, he is yellow and I'm blue
We are weaving, dancing in three
I am counting to two
We are weaving, dancing in three
I am counting to two
Balance, like all things, is tricky
What to give and what to keep
This weight that I carry, it sometimes gets heavy
And now someone's offering to share it with me
Keeping me whole as I'm breaking
It's so easy, it's so good
Keep thinking I must be mistaken
But this is constant, this is constant
He loves me, loves me not
He loves me, my judgment's shot
We are green, he is yellow and I'm blue
We are weaving, dancing in three
I am counting to two
We are weaving, dancing in three
I am counting to two
I am counting to two
I am counting to two
I am counting to two
I am counting to two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One two three, one two three,
One two three, one two three...

Written by:
Clare Maguire

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