Текст песни Butterfly Boucher - I can't make me

All the things I want to say but I can'tAll the things I want to do but I won'tHold me tightNot too tightI'm in knots and you tie me in bowsI feel prettyI know that you careYou're so sweetYou're so so sweetIt's not a hurry that we're inIt's the pollenIt's the springI can't make me love youAnd you can't make me eitherPatience, boy I need itI can't make me love youOh oh ohPaper pen and a piece of your heartI can read it but where do I start?What to do?What do I do?And I am going but I'm gonna come backAnd maybe then maybe this maybe thatHold me tight

Not too tightIt's not a hurry that were inThere's no problemThat's the thingBut I can't make me love youAnd you can't make me eitherPatience, boy I need itI can't make me love youEveryday there's something newto hold on to a little more of youBut I can't make me love youAnd you can't make me eitherPatience, boy I need itI can't make me love youPatience, boy on strange daysI can't make me love youOh oh ohIt's not a hurry that we're inIt's the pollenIt's the springIt's not a hurry that we're inIt's the pollenIt's the spring
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