Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love Letters , by - Hannah Jane Lewis. Release date: 26.03.2020
Song language: English
Love Letters |
| You say you love him, I know you do |
| But girl, you know how much I wish that wasn’t true |
| You say he loves you, I say he don’t |
| And if he does, the way he does ain’t good enough |
| 'Cause loving you is easy |
| Oh, I would know, believe me |
| If only you could see what I see |
| You deserve love like in the movies |
| You should be kissing in the middle of the street in the rain |
| He should running to the airport so you don’t make your plane |
| He should be holding up a boombox right outside of your place |
| With three hundred and sixty-five, loving it’s all about |
| Twelve dozen roses at the door every day |
| You should be written in a notebook with a heart 'round your name |
| He should be singing you a love song like a sweet serenade |
| With three hundred and sixty-five, loving it’s all about you (You) |
| He never answers, he never calls |
| He says the worst things in his temper, yeah, I know |
| He makes you question, what you deserve |
| But you should be the centre of his universe |
| 'Cause loving you is easy |
| Oh, I would know, believe me (I would know, believe me) |
| If only you could see what I see (You could see what I see) |
| You deserve love like in the movies |
| You should be kissing in the middle of the street in the rain |
| He should running to the airport so you don’t make your plane |
| He should be holding up a boombox right outside of your place |
| With three hundred and sixty-five, loving it’s all about |
| Twelve dozen roses at the door every day |
| You should be written in a notebook with a heart 'round your name |
| He should be singing you a love song like a sweet serenade |
| With three hundred and sixty-five, loving it’s all about you (You) |
| Oh yeah, yeah, you, you |
| Oh yeah |
| All about you |
| You should be kissing in the middle of the street in the rain |
| He should running to the airport so you don’t make your plane |
| He should be holding up a boombox right outside of your place |
| With three hundred and sixty-five, loving it’s all about |
| Twelve dozen roses at the door every day |
| You should be written in a notebook with a heart 'round your name |
| He should be singing you a love song like a sweet serenade |
| With three hundred and sixty-five, loving it’s all about you, you |
| Oh yeah, yeah you, you |
| Oh yeah, oh (You, all about you) |
| All about you (Oh) |
| Oh, all about you, you (About you) |
| Oh yeah, you, you (About you) |
| Oh yeah (Oh yeah) |
| Oh, all about you |
| Oh, all about you |