Catch 22. Motown Cinderella. Zeneszám

She wanted me to tell you to leave. She wanted me to let you know that you don't understand her. She needs some time to breathe. She couldn't have told him better herself because she was in love with somebody else. I don't know why I had to be the messanger boy. I guess that 'somebody' was me. She wanted me to tell her my fears. She wanted me to let it all go. I don't know why I said it. I just can't trust anyone. I knew she was true. I never liked the sound of being along much. Just one touch to help with the coldness. Persuasion was a trait the she held in her hand. She took mine and I understood then. Don't know what you got till it's gone. Don't know what you did so wrong and I did you wrong. You said I was just like him but that's where you're wrong. He never wrote you a love song. It seemed like no sooner than I got my feet on the ground the words slipped away. Baby, I hear you. I know what you're saying and I feel it too. You've got something I've never had. The kind of love I can sing about and you're hearing me now. Hear me now