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?
   Natasha Bedingfield
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