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    BEDINGFIELD, NATASHA

    Unwritten 2004 ©

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    I'm not the kind of girl you bring to mother
    I'm not the kind of girl you kiss in public
    My manners leave a lot to be desired
    At least I'm not a liar
    I'm not about the subtle innuendo
    More likely to throw rocks up at your window
    Won't walk on eggshells so you don't hear the crazy things I'm saying when you get near me
    I'd rather disappear than be faking it


    Anyway, you like me yeah I know it
    You're so transparent
    How you stumble 'round those words so well
    You like me there i said it
    Don't need a dictionary helping me 'cause I can spell
    My foot was in my mouth the day I met you
    All my friends they said I'd never get you
    But they don't know it when they see it
    They need glasses to believe it
    They don't understand so be it...
    What can I say anyway



    Bridge
    By the way you turn me on to your favorite band
    By the way you pour me coffee when I'm too tired to stand
    By the way you lift me up when I'm fading
    Breathe me in when I'm suffocating
    Don't say that it's just because you can
    Don't be stupid thinking I've misjudged you
    I know enough to now when someone trusts you
    Why fight it now it isn't gonna hurt you...

    2004 ©

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