These words
Natasha Beddingfield

These words are my own
yeah

Threw some chords together
The combination D-E-F
It's who I am, it's what I do
And I was gonna lay it down for you

I Tried to focus my attention
But I feel so A-D-D
I need some help, some inspiration
(But it’s not coming easily)
Whoah oh…

Tryn'a find the magic
Tryn'a write a classic
Don’t ya know, don’t ya know, don’t ya know
Waste-bin full of paper
Clever rhymes, see ya later

These words are my own
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you…

Read some Byron Shelly and Keats
recited it over a hiphop beat
I’m having trouble saying what I mean
With dead poets and drum machines
You know I had some studio time, booked
But I couldn’t find the killa hook
Now you've gone and raised the bar right up
Nothin' I write is ever good enough

These words are my own
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you…

I’m getting off my stage
The curtains pull away
No hyperbole to hide behind
my naked soul exposed
Whoah.. oh.. oh.. oh.. Whoah.. oh..

Tryn'a find the magic
Tryn'a write a classic
Waste-bin full of paper
Clever rhymes, see ya later

These words are my own
From my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you…
I love you, is that ok??
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