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Maron 5 - She Will be Loved


Beauty queen of only eighteen

She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles

And wound up at your door
I’ve had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don’t mind spending everyday

Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

Tap on my window knock on my door

I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn’t matter anymore

It’s not always rainbows and butterflies

It’s compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart is full and my door’s always open
You can come anytime you want

I don’t mind spending everyday

Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

I know where you hide

Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

Tap on my window knock on my door

I want to make you feel beautiful
I don’t mind spending everyday

Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

[in the background]

Please don’t try so hard to say goodbye
Please don’t try so hard to say goodbye

Yeah

[softly]
I don’t mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Try so hard to say goodbye

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