Send My Best Songtext
von Holly Valance
Send My Best Songtext
I wouldn′t put my bets on me if I were you
I bet you'll find I′m not as balanced as I seem
I need to redecorate at least a hundred thousand times a day
Can't let anything take the root
And loving me you'll always be a slave to this confusion
So if I′m on the way to your heart
If I′m on my way to your heart
Send my best to your heart
If I'm on my way to your heart
Heaven help you
Some day you′ll ask me what's the source of this despair
I might as well just turn my back on you and leave
′Cos it's the same damn thing every time I try to fill somebody in
When it′s too many words of silence
Loving me you'd always be a slave to this frustration
And I would be the unknown quantity in your equation
So if I'm on the way to your heart
If I′m on my way to your heart
Send my best to your heart
If I′m on my way to your heart
Heaven help you
I'd love to love you tomorrow too
But I′m unable to promise to be there for you
Reflecting's got me freaking
And you can′t speed up the solving
I only hope
I hope to love you tomorrow too
You should heed these words if you care about yourself
And try to read them
Do you dare play this wicked game?
If you get too involved then you know you got an awful lot to lose
In the end you'll be alone
′Cos loving me you'd always be a slave to this frustration
And l will be the unknown quantity in your equation
So if I'm on the way to your heart
If I′m on my way to your heart
Send my best to your heart
If I′m on my way to your heart
Heaven help you
I'd love to love you tomorrow too
But I′m unable to promise to be there for you
Reflecting's got me freaking
And you can′t speed up the solving
I only hope
I hope to love you tomorrow too
I'd love to love you tomorrow too
But I′m unable to promise to be there for you
Reflecting's got me freaking
And you can't speed up the solving
I only hope
I hope to love you tomorrow too
So if I′m on the way to your heart
If I′m on the way to your heart
Send my best to your heart
If I'm on the way to your heart
Heaven help you
I bet you'll find I′m not as balanced as I seem
I need to redecorate at least a hundred thousand times a day
Can't let anything take the root
And loving me you'll always be a slave to this confusion
So if I′m on the way to your heart
If I′m on my way to your heart
Send my best to your heart
If I'm on my way to your heart
Heaven help you
Some day you′ll ask me what's the source of this despair
I might as well just turn my back on you and leave
′Cos it's the same damn thing every time I try to fill somebody in
When it′s too many words of silence
Loving me you'd always be a slave to this frustration
And I would be the unknown quantity in your equation
So if I'm on the way to your heart
If I′m on my way to your heart
Send my best to your heart
If I′m on my way to your heart
Heaven help you
I'd love to love you tomorrow too
But I′m unable to promise to be there for you
Reflecting's got me freaking
And you can′t speed up the solving
I only hope
I hope to love you tomorrow too
You should heed these words if you care about yourself
And try to read them
Do you dare play this wicked game?
If you get too involved then you know you got an awful lot to lose
In the end you'll be alone
′Cos loving me you'd always be a slave to this frustration
And l will be the unknown quantity in your equation
So if I'm on the way to your heart
If I′m on my way to your heart
Send my best to your heart
If I′m on my way to your heart
Heaven help you
I'd love to love you tomorrow too
But I′m unable to promise to be there for you
Reflecting's got me freaking
And you can′t speed up the solving
I only hope
I hope to love you tomorrow too
I'd love to love you tomorrow too
But I′m unable to promise to be there for you
Reflecting's got me freaking
And you can't speed up the solving
I only hope
I hope to love you tomorrow too
So if I′m on the way to your heart
If I′m on the way to your heart
Send my best to your heart
If I'm on the way to your heart
Heaven help you
Writer(s): Holly Valance, Tina Dickow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com