Hurts Like Paradise
You like pie,
So do I,
Shouldn't have said that,
Shouldv'e just said hi,
Now I know,
he doesn't mind,
the strangers,
when they ask him, questions,
He likes girls,
girls who dance,
he says that I'm not like them,
Didn't know,
if that was good or not,
So I'll just pretend it was,
So I can,
Write it in my diary,
and I can,
wonder if he likes me,
and I can,
talk about him,
till I find out,
He uses his heart to fight,
And it hurts like paradise,
And I don't think that I mind.
He likes stones,
I like stones,
When he throws them at my window,
Down the stairs,
Know where the cracks are,
out the door and in his car,
we drive, in the night,
Sleep is just a waste of time.
So I can,
Write it in my diary,
and I can,
wonder if he likes me,
and I can,
talk about him,
till I find out,
He uses his heart to fight,
And it hurts like paradise,
And I don't think that I mind.
No pie was,
sweet as you,
Still remember your sweet tooth,
by the swings,
saying things,
wish that they'd been true,
all that I can do,
Is I can,
Write it in my diary,
and I can,
wonder if he ever likes me,
I can,
Talk to no one,
be alone I,
Should've known that
He uses his heart to fight
And it hurts like paradise,
didn't think that I would mind.
but it hurts like paradise.
So do I,
Shouldn't have said that,
Shouldv'e just said hi,
Now I know,
he doesn't mind,
the strangers,
when they ask him, questions,
He likes girls,
girls who dance,
he says that I'm not like them,
Didn't know,
if that was good or not,
So I'll just pretend it was,
So I can,
Write it in my diary,
and I can,
wonder if he likes me,
and I can,
talk about him,
till I find out,
He uses his heart to fight,
And it hurts like paradise,
And I don't think that I mind.
He likes stones,
I like stones,
When he throws them at my window,
Down the stairs,
Know where the cracks are,
out the door and in his car,
we drive, in the night,
Sleep is just a waste of time.
So I can,
Write it in my diary,
and I can,
wonder if he likes me,
and I can,
talk about him,
till I find out,
He uses his heart to fight,
And it hurts like paradise,
And I don't think that I mind.
No pie was,
sweet as you,
Still remember your sweet tooth,
by the swings,
saying things,
wish that they'd been true,
all that I can do,
Is I can,
Write it in my diary,
and I can,
wonder if he ever likes me,
I can,
Talk to no one,
be alone I,
Should've known that
He uses his heart to fight
And it hurts like paradise,
didn't think that I would mind.
but it hurts like paradise.
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Writer(s): Amy Elizabeth Lawton
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