One: she prefers the night to day
Two: she never calls me when she says
Three: 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 time to speed
Eleven: she leaves the pie and always always eats her
greens
Twelve: well she cries do or die
Twelve reasons why I love her, oh
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
