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Loeb Lisa The Very Best Of Lisa Loeb

I'm stuck in my apartment on Eleventh Street, I push the pen around. Something made me think of you, I jump into a cab going downtown. Do you know what

I like things that are so good. you are so so good. I like you. but I am the underdog, I am the last in line. Don't be the enemy, don't stand in back

She wanted to be a cowboy, She was shootin' 'em down, She was tramping around. He walked in crooked with the clear blue eyes. "There's a nice pool

I was quiet, and I was tired. and I wanted you to bring me up. I wanted you to make it stop, yeah I wanted you to bring me up. You were wrong, and

I didn't come this far for you to make this hard for me. And now you want to ask me "how"? It's like - how does your heart beat, and why do you breathe

No teacher to follow, no prophet to tell me how, But I know what I want, I know what I want now. Like water, it rushes, it's the last thing you see

You say I only hear what I want to. You say I talk so all the time so. And I thought what I felt was simple, And I thought that I don't belong, And

My friend's got a bruise on his leg, A bruise on his leg Everytime you speak. My friend's got a bruise on his leg, where I press my knee Everytime

She can't tell me that all of the love songs have been written, 'Cause she's never been in love with you before. Your skin smells lovely like sandalwood