I Think She Loves Me

Sunday I'll go back for more
The girl's just like a candy store
Even though she never liked my shoes
Her persistence takes away my blues

Ooh Ooh, Ooh, Ooh Ooh, I think she loves me

I spent my last dime on Armageddon
But she says I'm still going to heaven
And I threw all my dreams away
But she still lets me sleep all day

Ooh Ooh Ooh, Ooh Ooh, I think she loves me
Yeah ah ah, ah ah, you know I do

There ain't nothing I won't do to wreck it all
But she don't mind again erasing all the writing on the wall
On the wall

Someday when she's had enough
I'll take five and sober up
But probably it'll be too late
There'll be no more roads to navigate

Ooh Ooh Ooh, Ooh Ooh, I think she loves me
Yeah, ah, ah ah, you know I do
Ooh Ooh Ooh, Ooh Ooh, I think she loves me
Yeah, ah, ah ah, it might be true



Credits
Writer(s): Giovanni Mastro
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