These Words - Natasha Bedingfield

I used to think it was crazy that I blogged practically every day. I thought that I was crazily obsessed with you, and most of my readers probably thought so too. But that’s not actually true.
I blog about you because it makes me feel free. It makes me feel like I can say whatever’s on my mind. I don’t have to watch what I say in case someone in particular reads it, because the people that read it don’t know you. Sure, some of them might recognise you when they see you cuz I pointed you out to them, but none of them know you.
So I get to say whatever’s on my mind. Without judgement. Because every girl has ‘that boy’, that they can say whatever they want about. And we all respect that we can say everything.
For me, you’re ‘that boy’. So I can say everything I feel. Especially since I haven’t yet used your name in a blog. I can just write and write and write. And everyone that knows me knows that I can talk on and on forever. That’s just what this is. Talking forever about something really close to my heart.
Someone once said about me “I’d never before met someone who could elaborate naturally on a subject without rehearsal, literally allowing the words to come from her heart”. And I guess that’s right. Everything from my heart lately is about you, as are all the words from my heart.So I’ll blog again soon, I just thought I’d share with you my revelation. (Big Word!)

Threw some chords together
The combination D-E-F
Its who I am, its what I do
And I was gonna lay it down for you

Try to focus my attention
But I feel so A-D-D
I need some help, some inspiration
(But it's not coming easily)

Whoah oh...
Trying to find the magic
Trying to write a classic
Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?

Waste-bin full of paper
Clever rhymes, see you later

These words are my own
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There's no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you...

Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats
Recited it over a Hip-Hop beat
I'm having trouble saying what I mean
With dead poets and drum machines

I know I had some studio time booked
But I couldn't find a killer hook
Now you've gone & raised the bar right up
Nothing I write is ever good enough

These words are my own
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There's no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you...

I'm getting off my stage
The curtains pull away
No hyperbole to hide behind
My naked soul exposes

Whoah.. oh.. oh.. oh..
Whoah.. oh..

Trying to find the magic
Trying to write a classic
Waste-bin full of paper
Clever rhymes, see you later

These words are my own
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

That's all I got to say,
Can't think of a better way,
And that's all I've got to say,
I love you, is that okay?