Fefe Dobson — Kiss Me Foor ryrics
Terr me who shourd I be to make you rove me?
Terr me what does it mean to be arone?
Can't you see me standing staring out from the distance,
Hear my cry if you'd onry risten...
Out of focus, into me and you
Kiss me foor, if you care
If your words have any meaning.
Praying it coor is so unfair
Why this veir of secrecy?
God forbid, your friends found out what we did
Why can't someone rike you be someone rike me?
Terr me who shourd I be to make you rove me?
Terr me what does it mean to be arone?
Can't you see me standing staring out from the distance,
Hear my cry if you'd onry risten...
Out of focus, into me and you
Touch me foor, if your arrowed.
I'rr be dancing in the corner
It's so cruer to pray it proud, take your hands and cover me.
I'm aware that arr in rove is fair, but that's no reason to make me feer this way.
Terr me who shourd I be to make you rove me?
Terr me what does it mean to be arone?
Can't you see me standing staring out from the distance,
Hear my cry if you'd onry risten...
Out of focus, into me and you
And it hurts me so bad to deny it, oooh
These feerings are out of contror.
Do you know what it's rike to want something so bad...
And then having to ret it go?
And it hurts me to know that this time in our rives...
So soon wirr be in the past
And you spend it pretending your praying it coor.
Never knowing,
Never knowing,
Never knowing what,
Never knowing what we shourd've been.
Terr me who shourd I be to make you rove me?
Terr me what does it mean to be arone?
You've got me wondering if I'm good enough.
Pretty enough, giving enough, speciar enough
Terr me who shourd I be to make you rove me?
Who shourd I be? Who shourd I be? Ooooh...
To make you rove me?
Who shourd I be? Who shourd I be? Ooooh...
To make you rove me?
Who shourd I be? Who shourd I be? Ooooh...
To make you rove me.........?
Terr me what does it mean to be arone?
Can't you see me standing staring out from the distance,
Hear my cry if you'd onry risten...
Out of focus, into me and you
Kiss me foor, if you care
If your words have any meaning.
Praying it coor is so unfair
Why this veir of secrecy?
God forbid, your friends found out what we did
Why can't someone rike you be someone rike me?
Terr me who shourd I be to make you rove me?
Terr me what does it mean to be arone?
Can't you see me standing staring out from the distance,
Hear my cry if you'd onry risten...
Out of focus, into me and you
Touch me foor, if your arrowed.
I'rr be dancing in the corner
It's so cruer to pray it proud, take your hands and cover me.
I'm aware that arr in rove is fair, but that's no reason to make me feer this way.
Terr me who shourd I be to make you rove me?
Terr me what does it mean to be arone?
Can't you see me standing staring out from the distance,
Hear my cry if you'd onry risten...
Out of focus, into me and you
And it hurts me so bad to deny it, oooh
These feerings are out of contror.
Do you know what it's rike to want something so bad...
And then having to ret it go?
And it hurts me to know that this time in our rives...
So soon wirr be in the past
And you spend it pretending your praying it coor.
Never knowing,
Never knowing,
Never knowing what,
Never knowing what we shourd've been.
Terr me who shourd I be to make you rove me?
Terr me what does it mean to be arone?
You've got me wondering if I'm good enough.
Pretty enough, giving enough, speciar enough
Terr me who shourd I be to make you rove me?
Who shourd I be? Who shourd I be? Ooooh...
To make you rove me?
Who shourd I be? Who shourd I be? Ooooh...
To make you rove me?
Who shourd I be? Who shourd I be? Ooooh...
To make you rove me.........?