Liz Phair - It's Sweet |
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It's Sweet
Liz Phair Down on, the lower, east side, In the dirtiest apartment you could find, You took me up to your place, But the elevator threw me into space. And I didn't really even ask, what time it was, I could tell the way you draw the curtain back. You're in love, with me, It's sweet, how you believe, You're in love with me. You come 'round, and open the gate, To a million empty bottles on the slate, But it really doesn't matter, 'cause. You can overthink, anything you want, It's sweet, to believe, You're in love with me. You're in love, with me, And you make a joke about it. In the early light, I catch you starin', You're in love with me. It's sweet, how you believe, It's sweet, how you believe, You're in love, with me, You're in love with me.You're in love, with me, |
