Well I don’t believe everything happens for a reason
But to you romantics out there,
I know that amounts to high treason
I don’t know
I don’t go in for you star crossed lovers
With the heart of a skeptic does question that still hovers
For it begs the question, how I ever found you
You got me writing love songs
With a common refrain, oh Lord, help us now
Baby, baby
Yes it begs the question, how did I ever find you
Drifting slowly through the drier of the great saw-dust of the sea
And then an ocean
You got me writing love songs
With a common refrain, oh Lord, help me
Baby, oh baby, baby
And now it’s time for a handsome little book end
Now it’s time to tie up all the loose ends
And oh, am I still a skeptic or did you make me a believer?
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