don't act like you know what kinda girl i am
i don't even know myself most days
i'm partly my dads daughter, partly my own best friend
depends how i feel on a Tuesday
i don't have a clue what i want anymore
expect the chapter of love in my life
but genuine love, not like a one night love
i mean the movie stars beauty and the mans hands love
i didn't want to talk then
and i don't want to talk about love
you say you want to be able to read me
but i don't want to be read
i'm a open book but not to be spoken
i can be shy and weak but i'd hate to show you
i sleep on the left, that's my place
if you wanted to stay there, i'd let you.
