Stumble - Natasha Bedingfield
I'm not the kind of girl you bring you to mother
I'm not the kind of girl you kiss in public
My manners leave a lot to be desired
At least im not a liar
And I'm not about the subtle innuendo,
More likely to throw rocks up at your window
Or walk on eggshells so you dont hear the crazy things I'm saying when you get near me
I'd rather dissapear than be faking it, anyway
CHORUS
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 dont understand, so be it
What can I say anyway?
CHORUS
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 tell
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,
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
And don't be stupid, thinking I misjudged you
I know enough to know when someone trusts you
Why fight it now,
It isn't gonna hurt you anyway
CHOURS
You like me and 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
You like me, yeah, I know it
You're so transparent
How you stumble round those words
How you stumble
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