- Votes:
- Composers:
- Richard Colburn
- Chris Geddes
- Sarah Martin
- Stevie Jackson
- Robert Kildea
- Stuart Murdoch
 
- Genres:
- Indie
 
- Tags:
- alternative
- belle and sebastian
- indie pop
- twee
 
- See also:
Belle And Sebastian - If She Wants Me lyrics
I wrote a letter on a nothing day
 I asked someone, ?Could you send my letter away??
 You are too young to put all of your hopes
 In just one envelope
 I said goodbye to someone that I love
 It's not just me, I tell you it's the both of us
 And it was hard like coming off the pill
 That you take to stay happy
 Someone above has seen me do alright
 Someone above is looking with a tender eye
 Upon your face, you may think you're alone
 But you may think again
 If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy
 They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes
 On second thoughts I'd rather hang around
 And be there with my best friend if she wants me
 And far away somebody read the letter
 He condescends to read the words I wrote about him
 And if he smiles, it's no more than a genius deserves
 For all your curious nerve and your passion
 I'm going deaf, you're growing melancholy
 Things fall apart, I don't know why we bother at all
 But life is good and it's always worth livingBelle And Sebastian - If She Wants Me - http://motolyrics.com/belle-and-sebastian/if-she-wants-me-lyrics.html
 At least for a while
 If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy
 They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes
 On second thoughts I'd rather hang around
 And be there with my best friend if she wants me
 If you think to yourself, ?What should I do now??
 Then take a baton, girl, you better run with it
 'Cause there is no point in standing in the past
 'Cause it's over and done
 I took a book and went into the forest
 I climbed the hill, I wanted to look down on you
 But all I saw was twenty miles of wilderness
 So I went home
 If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy
 They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes
 On second thoughts I'd rather hang around
 And be there with my best friend if she wants me
 If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy
 They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes
 On second thoughts I'd rather hang around
 And be there with my best friend if she wants me
 She wants me, yeah, she wants me, yeah, if she wants me, yeah
















