Letter Songtext
von Bring Prudence
Letter Songtext
I wish that I could tell you that I′m falling for you
I have your flower growing in my heart
I wrote this in a letter against my better judgment
And then against all odds I mailed it out
Saturdays we could spend together
I miss you like hell and I don't even have you
I would die to make you mine
I saw you with your boyfriend, you looked like Fred and Ginger
But when you started dancing, he stepped on all your toes
I wrote this in a letter, I hope you′re feeling better
I'll have your flower always in my heart
Saturdays we could spend together
I miss you like hell and I don't even have you
I would die to make you mine
Saturdays we could spend together
I miss you like hell and I don′t even have you
I would die to make you mine
But you can do what you want to, whatever you want to
I promise you I′m not attached
So you can do what you want to, whatever you want to
I'm a catch, I′m a catch, I'm a catch
(Fridays and)
Saturdays we could spend together
I miss you like hell and I don′t even have you
I would die to make you mine
Saturdays we could spend together
I miss you like hell and I don't even have you
I would die to make you mine
I have your flower growing in my heart
I wrote this in a letter against my better judgment
And then against all odds I mailed it out
Saturdays we could spend together
I miss you like hell and I don't even have you
I would die to make you mine
I saw you with your boyfriend, you looked like Fred and Ginger
But when you started dancing, he stepped on all your toes
I wrote this in a letter, I hope you′re feeling better
I'll have your flower always in my heart
Saturdays we could spend together
I miss you like hell and I don't even have you
I would die to make you mine
Saturdays we could spend together
I miss you like hell and I don′t even have you
I would die to make you mine
But you can do what you want to, whatever you want to
I promise you I′m not attached
So you can do what you want to, whatever you want to
I'm a catch, I′m a catch, I'm a catch
(Fridays and)
Saturdays we could spend together
I miss you like hell and I don′t even have you
I would die to make you mine
Saturdays we could spend together
I miss you like hell and I don't even have you
I would die to make you mine
Writer(s): Oleh Zaychenko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com