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Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Leave My Key In The Door

I've loved Fiona for a really long time but the lyrics for this song and her voice in general just really make me smile. She seems like an old fashioned soul.

Why Try To Change Me Now by Fiona Apple.

I'm sentimental
So I walk in the rain
I've got some habits
Even I can't explain

I go to the the corner
and I end up in Spain
Why try to change me now

I sit and daydream
I've got daydreams galore

Cigarette ashes
There they go on the floor
I go away weekends
leave my key in the door
why try to change me now

Why can't I be more conventional
People talk
and they stare
So I try
But that can't be
Because I can't see
My strange little world
Just go passing me by


So let people wonder
Let 'em laugh
Let 'em frown
You know I'll love you
Till the moon's upside down
Don't you remember
I was always your clown

so Why try to change me now

Why can't I be more conventional
People talk
and they stare
So I try

But that can't be
Because I can't see
My strange little world
Just go passing me by

So let people wonder
Let 'em laugh
Let 'em frown
You know I'll love you
Till the moon's upside down
Just you remember
I was always your clown
so why try to change me
why would you want to change me
Why try to change me now

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