I Don’t Write Love Songs Lyrics – Analise Scarpaci

I Don’t Write Love Songs Lyrics by Analise Scarpaci

I don’t write love songs
I think they’re all wrong
’cause i don’t feel a thing
Cinderella in a big blue dress, that’s all i wanted to be

She get’s a guy just by losing a shoe that seems way too easy
Last week i put my shoes on the wrong feet i fell flat on my face
Look up and see everyone’s laughing at me and no prince to save my case
Must be nice when people look at you

When you walk into a room
Don’t know what that feels like
Sick and tired of watching movies and tv shows
Telling me what i already know

This thing called love
Oh i don’t write love songs
I think thеy’re all wrong
’cause i don’t feel a thing

Next timе i write a love song
Could be hundred years on
Or the next time my phone rings
It was a dark and cold december night, i fell way too easy

You standing in the light i’m losing my mind and you smile right at me
He’s tall he’s handsome and he plays guitar i guess that is just my type
Get’s off the stage and walks right up to my friend and takes her home for the night
Oh i don’t write love songs

I think they’re all wrong
’cause i don’t feel a thing
Next time i write a love song
Could be hundred years on

Because my phone never rings
Cinderella’s lonely
Her one and only, is running around
And she’s no longer singing “so this is love”

Gotta get that fire, and burn it brighter
’cause you don’t need a man to tell you that you’re bright
I’m very happy out here on my own
I don’t need a man for a prize

I’d like to thank you cinderella the most for opening up my eyes
You think i got here just by wanting a guy to sweep me right off my feet
I got here working harder every day and that’s just me being me
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Analise Scarpaci Lyrics – I Don’t Write Love Songs

Analise Scarpaci

I Don’t Write Love Songs