a bad case of reflectionitis.
17 October 2005
  compassion with a little c
Lyrical insertion is necessary.
Especially since I've discovered that I love Jamiroquai with a big L.

Little l

There you were freaking out
Trying to get your head around the fact that me and you and love is dead
See how I’m trippin’ out ’cos you can’t decide what you really want from me
Why does it have to be like this?
I can never tell
You make me love you, love you baby
With a little l
There you were shouting out
Cranking up your altercations, getting upset in your desperation
Screaming and hollering
How could this love become so paper thin?
You’re playing so hard to get
You’re making me sweat just to hold your attention
I can’t give you nothing more
If you ain’t givin’ nothing to me
Don’t you know that
You make me love you, love you baby
With a little l
Why does it have to be like this?
I can never tell
Seems like you’re stepping on the pieces
Of my broken shell ’cos you make me love you, love you
With a little l, you know
That’s the way you make me love you, yeah
Why does it have to be like this?
I can never tell
You make me love you, love you baby
With a little l.

a girl has to wonder... how a man could want this.
 
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