He Said, She Said
He said. She said.
She said, "I love you baby. I love everything about you. I even love your handwriting. Do you know what I mean?"
He said, "Yeah."
She said, "I love you baby, just sometimes I'm not sure. Sometimes I wish there was more."
He said, "Sure."
She said, "When we met, I felt so good about us. It was like we were on fire. Everything about you -the lobe of your ear was a mystery to be solved. Do you feel it, too?"
He said, "Yeah."
She said, "Don't get me wrong, I love you. We're in love. I even love our love. It's lovely, but sometimes I feel it stop. Do you know what I mean?"
He said, "Sure."
She said, "Oh my God, it's true. Things have stopped. We've stopped loving and laughing and searching the way we did."
He said, "Maybe."
She said, "It's me, isn't it? I always do this, don't I? I give and I give and I get lazy. It's me; it's my fault. I've closed down, right?"
He said, "Sure."
She said, "Will you forgive me?"
He said, "Hmm?"
She said, "You're so good to me. I don't know how I found you. I don't deserve you, do I?"
He said, "(Burp) Huh?"
He said, she said.
Courtesy of Bruce McCulloch and Atlantic Records
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