Monday, February 18, 2008

Song of the Week

All Over You
The Spill Canvas
No Really, I'm Fine

Yeah he's a looker,
but I really think it's
guts that matter most.

I displayed them for you,
strewn out about
from coast to coast.

I am easily make believe,
just dress me up in what
you want me to be.
I'll take back what I've been
saying for quite some time now.

I gotta feel you
in my bones again,
I'm all over you.
I'm not over you.

I wanna taste you
one more time again,
I'm all over you.
I'm not over you.

In my daydreams, in my sleep,
infatuation turning into disease.
You could cure me, see all you have to do now
is please try.

Give it your best shot and try.
All I'm asking for is love,
but you never seem to have enough.

I gotta feel you
in my bones again,
I'm all over you.
I'm not over you.

I wanna taste you
one more time again,
I'm all over you.
I'm not over you.

This life is way too short
to get caught up in all this stuff
when I just want you to love me back,
why can't you just love me back?

Why can't you just love me back?
(why can't you, why can't you)
Why can't you just love me back?
(why can't you, why can't you)
Why can't you just love me back?
(why can't you, why can't you just love)

I gotta feel you
in my bones again,
I'm all over you.
I'm not over you.

I wanna taste you
one more time again,
I'm all over you.
I'm not over you.

This life is way too short
to get caught up and all mixed up
when I just want you to love me back,
why can't you just love me back?

Why won't you just love me back?
Why can't you just love me back?

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