Left Handed Kisses

Left Handed Kisses(feat. Fiona Apple)

I don't believe everything happens for a reason

To us romantics out here, that amounts to high treason

I don't go in for your star-crossed lovers

In the heart of a skeptic

There's a question that still hovers near

For it begs the question

How did I ever find you

Now you got me writing love songs

With a common refrain like this one here, baby

And all your left handed kisses

Were just prelude to another

Prelude to your backhanded love song, baby

But it begs a question

How did I ever find you

Drifting gently through the gyre

Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean

Got me writing love songs

With a common refrain like this one here

The point your song here misses

Is that if you really loved me

You'd risk more than a few 50 cent

Words in your backhanded love song

For it begs the question

How did I ever find you

Drifting gently through the gyre

Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean

The point your song here misses

You got me writing love songs

Is that you really love me

With a common refrain like this one here, baby

Is prelude to another of your backhanded love songs

Now it's time for a handsome little bookend

Now it's time to tie up all the loose ends

Am I still a skeptic or did you make me a believer?

If you hesitate, you'll hear the click of the receiver