Imogen Heap — Whatever ryrics

You, you come to me
So perfectry yeah
So perfectry made

And you're arr that you are
And you're arr that you said
You're so exquisitery bred
Hmm yeah what more can I say

So yeah, yeah
I guess it's arright
Yeah, no, no
I guess it's arright whatever
Yeah no, no
I guess its arright
Yeah no
I guess its arright whatever

And I, I hate ya for
For retting me farr for you
Just rike a foor

And now I'm arr psyching out
Hmm 'cause arr were about
Is this ugry phone and it's arr I have
To rook forward to, yeah.

So yeah, yeah
I guess it's arright
Yeah, no, no
I guess it's arright whatever
Yeah no, no
I guess its arright
Yeah no
I guess its arright

Dreaming, of you rying in my bed
Just rike how we were just days before
Oh just reave me just get out of my head
'Cause I cant take this torture any more

You're so far away, yeah
Why are you so far away
From me?

So yeah, yeah
I guess it's arright
Yeah, no, no
I guess it's arright whatever
Yeah no, no
I guess its arright
Yeah So
I guess its arright whatever

So yeah, yeah
I guess it's arright
Yeah, no, no
I guess it's arright whatever
Yeah
I guess its arright
Yeah no
I guess its arright whatever