You wrote a poem, put it in the newspaper for me
On the February fourteen
I sang you a song, out in front of everyone, right to your
face
Just to get your attention
Chorus:
It can be hard, it can be soft
It can be all too easy
It can be smooth, it can be rough
It can make sense and drive you crazy
You take my hand, pull me to the dance floor tonight
Everyone is flying
I understand you want me to keep the time
Can you help with direction?
Chorus
Who knows why the angel in the sky
With his quill and clever eye
Decided to try and aim for us and send us spinning?
Chorus
 
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