"She Loves Me. She Loves Me Not."

She loves me, she loves me not
Pullin' petals off of flowers
She loves me, she loves me not
Countin' down the hours
Second guesses, and false assumptions
Will be the death of me
Always wondering, and double checking
Everything I see
Two words that I've always hated
Chance and possibility
I guess it's because
In this world of uncertain truths
What is right could be be wrong
And what is wrong might be right
What starts short may end long
And those in the dark might see the light
Proofs could be false, and fallacies true
And what I call red, you might call blue
So now you can probably see
Why I'm so upset
No matter which choice I choose
Neither's a safer bet
She loves me, she loves me not
Pullin' petals off of flowers
She loves me, she loves me not
Countin' down the hours
Tryin' to figure out
Whether or not she likes me
And what she's all about
If I try and I tell her true
And she says, "get lost!"
My world will rip in two
And I'll pay a heavy cost
But if she does
And I don't speak
What could have been
Will be gone in a week
She loves me, she loves me not
Pullin' petals off of flowers
She loves me, she loves me not
Countin' down the hours
Should I tell her, should I wait
Why must love be under debate
Should I tell her, should I wait
Why must love be left to fate
She loves me, she loves me not
Pullin' petals off of flowers
She loves me, she loves me not
Countin' down the hours
She loves me, she loves me not
Pullin' petals off of flowers
She loves me, she loves me not
Countin' down the hours
She loves me, she loves me not
Pullin' petals off of flowers
Does she really care?
Countin' down the hours
Will she say she does?
Pullin' petals off of flowers
She loves me, she loves me not
Countin' down the hours
She loves me, she loves me not
I repeat these words all day long
As I keep pullin' petals of of flowers
Singing my little song
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
I will never know, till it's too late
Because in the end
It's all just a matter of fate
Pullin' petals off of flowers
As I quietly wait
Singin' to my self
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not...





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