Love Letters

Hannah Jane Lewis

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    You say you love him, I know you do
    But girl, you know how much I wish that wasn't true
    You say he loves you, I say he don't
    And if he does the way he does ain't good enough

    'Cause loving you is easy
    Oh, I would know believe me
    If only you could see what I see
    You deserve love like in the movies

    You should be kissing in the middle of the street in the rain
    He should running to the airport, so you don't make your plane
    He should be holding up a boombox right outside of your place
    With three hundred and sixty five, loving it's all about

    Twelve dozen roses at the door every day
    You should be written in a notebook with a heart 'round your name
    He should be singing you a love song like a sweet serenade
    With three hundred and sixty five loving it's all about you (you)

    He never answers, he never calls
    He says the worst things in his temper
    Yeah, I know
    He makes you question, what's you deserve?
    But you should be the centre of his universe
    'Cause loving you is easy

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    Oh, I would know believe me (I would know believe me)
    If only you could see what I see (you could see what I see)
    You deserve love like in the movies
    You should be kissing in the middle of the street in the rain

    He should running to the airport, so you don't make your plane
    He should be holding up a boombox right outside of your place
    With three hundred and sixty five, loving it's all about
    Twelve dozen roses at the door every day

    You should be written in a notebook with a heart 'round your name
    He should be singing you a love song like a sweet serenade
    With three hundred and sixty five, loving it's all about you (you)

    Oh, yeah, you, you
    Oh, yeah
    Oh, all about you
    You should be kissing in the middle of the street in the rain
    He should running to the airport so you don't make your plane

    He should be holding up a boombox right outside of your place
    With three hundred and sixty five, loving it's all about
    Twelve dozen roses at the door every day

    You should be written in a notebook with a heart 'round your name
    He should be singing you a love song like a sweet serenade
    With three hundred and sixty five, loving it's all about you

    Oh, all about you, you
    Oh, yeah, you, you
    Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)
    Oh, all about you
    Oh, all about you

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