She Loves Me She Loves Me Not


She loves me, she loves me not
Picking petals off a flower
Above me, there is a clock
Ticking minutes off the hour
Until she dials the number
And responds to my declaration
Of love, her smile’s a wonder
That soothes my desperation
I love her, there is no doubt
Does she feel the same?
If not, I’ll carry on without
Her, and sing a sad refrain

She loves, she loves me not
If she loves me, she’ll be my lot

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