He Said, She Said

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He said. She said.

She said, "I love you baby. I love everything about you. I even love your handwriting. Do you know what I mean?"

He said, "Yea."

She said, "I love you baby, just sometimes I'm not sure. Sometimes I wish there was more."

He said, "Sure."

She said, "When we met, I felt so good about us. It was like we were on fire. Everything about you -- your lobe of your ear was a mystery to be solved. Do you feel it, too?"

He said, "Yea."

She said, "Don't get me wrong, I love you. We're in love. I even love our love. It's lovely, but sometimes I feel it stop. Do you know what I mean?"

He said, "Sure."

She said, "Oh my God, it's true. Things have stopped. We've stopped loving and laughing and searching the way we did."

He said, "Maybe."

She said, "It's me, isn't it? I always do this, don't I? I give and I give and I get lazy. It's me; it's my fault. I've closed down, right?"

He said, "Sure."

She said, "Will you forgive me?"

He said, "Hmm?"

She said, "You're so good to me. I don't know how I found you. I don't deserve you, do I?"

He said, "[burps] Huh?"

He said, she said.

Credit to Bruce McCulloch/Atlantic Records