Paul Baribeau How Could That Be True
Give me all your
All your reckless kisses
Give me all your
All your sleepless nights
You keep calling me up
You say that you love me but
How could that be true?
How could that be true?
Give me all your
All your desperate weekends
Give me all your
All your pointless fights
You got me all messed up now
You say that you love me but
How could that be true?
How could that be true?
I had a bad feeling
About tonight
But I've got a bad feeling
For most of my life
Give me all your
All your boring secrets
Give me all your
All your stupid lies
And now I'm all torn up
You say that you love me but
How could that be true?
How could that be true?
Oh, How could that be true?
How could that be true?
