Read some Byron, Shelly and KeatsRecited it over a Hip-Hop beat
I'm having trouble saying what I mean
With dead poets and drum machinesI know I had some studio time bookedBut I couldn't find a killer hook
Now you've gone & raised the bar right up
Nothing I write is ever good enough
These words are my ownFrom my heart flowI love you, I love you, I love you, I love youThere's no other wayTo better sayI love you, I love you...
~ Natasha Bedingfield / These words...
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