She broke my heart.
She's touched my soul.
Left me in pieces,
Then made me whole (yeah) She's made me laugh,
Then cry a river.
She is my past,
And still my future. Oh, in the end, when you ask me what I do.
I've been writing Songs About You.
All big and small things,
Oh, life pa**ing through.
I'll still be writing Songs About You. She's kissed my lips,
Never enough.
She's teased my ego,
With talks of love. She's lefts me breathless,
With just a hint,
Of her sweetest perfume,
Upon my naked skin. When the night comes and you ask me what I do.
I've been writing Songs About You. Oh, when the day breaks in,
I'm still in this room.
I'll still be writing Songs About You. What a crazy way love can make us?
What a crazy way indeed? She'll be my life,
And be my d**h.
She'll be my every single piece of inspiration, every breathe. Oh, in the end, when you ask me what I do.
I've been writing Songs About You. Oh, I've been writing Songs About You
I've been,
I've been writing Songs About You...