Love Letters - Hannah Jane Lewis

Lyrics by：Hannah Jane Lewis/Charlotte Jane Haining/Nick Scheider

Composed by：Hannah Jane Lewis/Charlotte Jane Haining/Nick Scheider

You say you love him I know you do

But girl you know how much I wish that wasn't true

You say he loves you I say he don't

And if he does the way he does ain't good enough

'Cause loving you is easy

Oh I would know believe me

If only you could see what I see

You deserve love like in the movies

You should be kissing in the middle

Of the street in the rain

He should running to the airport

So you don't make your plane

He should be holding up a boombox

Right outside of your place

With three hundred and sixty five

Loving it's all about

Twelve dozen roses at the door every day

You should be written in a notebook

With a heart 'round your name

He should be singing you a love

Song like a sweet serenade

With three hundred and sixty five

Loving it's all about you you

He never answers he never calls

He says the worst things in his temper

Yeah I know

He makes you question what's you deserve

But you should be the centre of his universe

'Cause loving you is easy

Oh I would know believe me

I would know believe me

If only you could see what I see

You could see what I see

You deserve love like in the movies

You should be kissing in the middle

Of the street in the rain

He should running to the airport

So you don't make your plane

He should be holding up a boombox

Right outside of your place

With three hundred and sixty five

Loving it's all about

Twelve dozen roses at the door every day

You should be written in a

Notebook with a heart 'round your name

He should be singing you a love

Song like a sweet serenade

With three hundred and sixty five

Loving it's all about you you

Oh yeah you you

Oh yeah

Oh all about you

You should be kissing in the

Middle of the street in the rain

He should running to the airport

So you don't make your plane

He should be holding up a boombox

Right outside of your place

With three hundred and sixty five

Loving it's all about

Twelve dozen roses at the door every day

You should be written in a

Notebook with a heart 'round your name

He should be singing you a love

Song like a sweet serenade

With three hundred and sixty-five loving it's all about you

Oh all about you you

Oh yeah you you

Oh yeah oh yeah

Oh all about you

Oh all about you

Oh all about you

Oh all about you

Oh all about you