Lyrics
(One)
She prefers the night to day
(Two)
She never calls me when she says
(Three)
A motorcycle riding to the south
(Four)
The way she puts her fingers in her mouth
(Five)
Running just in time to miss our train
(Six)
The old park benches where we scratched our names
Seven she says do or die
Seven reasons why
(Eight)
Her swerving hips and her lip service
(Nine)
Consumes the hopes of all men dressed in black and flesh
(Ten)
Oh she ain't got the the time to speed
(Eleven)
She leaves the pie and always always eats her greens
Twelve well she cries do or die
Twelve reasons why
Yeah I love I love I love her
Oh twelve reasons why
Twelve reasons why I wrote this love song
It's off the cuff
I jotted down a shopping list of love
Of love of love of love
I'm reminded that there's nothing that can touch her
Oh, yeah
