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VERSE 1
He sounds too good to be true.
On paper, he’s beautiful.
And the idea of that ideal lover just fills my soul
With poisonous hopes and delusions.
I met him at a bar, just once, on the late night.
Three weeks ago, now I can’t even ‘member what he looks like.
But he seemed so nice. And just my type.
Three weeks later, and he’s still on my mind.
‘Cause he asked me for my number. And ever since then, it’s been like,
CHORUS
He doesn’t even live on this side of town.
He’d like to see me soon, but his car just broke down.
But he’ll text on the phone till 3 o clock in the morn.
And we’ll talk about religion, and music, and how it’s
So nice to finally find someone else with an open mind, and
I like, like, like, so many things about you.
But it’s just so hard to see you.
Guess you’re just too good to be true.
And that’s just too bad.
VERSE 2
He said, let’s do lunch sometime.
Or if you’d ever want to just rage again…
And he was cute, and sweet, and just kept asking me, hey,
How’s your day been?
I told myself that this wasn’t real, we didn’t even know
Know each other ‘cept for our names and where we’re livin’.
I told myself that I’d fallen too soon too many times.
And I’d never let it happen again.
But he’s optimistic. Someone please tell me this boy’s just messin’.
CHORUS
He doesn’t even live on this side of town.
He’d like to see me soon, but his car just broke down.
But he’ll text on the phone till 3 o clock in the morn.
And we’ll talk about religion, and music, and how it’s
So nice to finally find someone else with an open mind, and
I like, like, like, so many things about you.
But will I ever get to see you?
Or are you just too good to be true?
Man, it’s just too bad.
Well, he sounds too good to be true.
But on paper, he’s beautiful.
© Pamela Belitch 2019
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