Album: Imogen Heap

Whatever

oh you, you come to me
so perfectly yeah
so perfectly made

and you're all that you are
and you're all that you said
you're so exquisitely bred
oh baby what more can I say

so, yeah, yeah,
I guess it's all right
yeah, no no
I guess it's alright whatever
yeah no
I guess it's alright
yeah no
I guess it's alright whatever

and I, I hate ya for
for letting me fall for you
just like a fool

and now I'm all psyching out
mm 'cuz all we're about
is this ugly phone and it's all I have
to look forward to, yeah.

so, yeah, yeah,
I guess it's all right
yeah, no no
I guess it's alright whatever
yeah no
I guess it's alright
yeah no
I guess it's alright whatever

dreaming, of you lying in my bed
just like how we were just days before
oh just leave me, just get out of my head
I can't take this torture any more

you're so far away, yeah
why are you so far away
from me.

so, yeah, yeah,
I guess it's all right
yeah, no no
I guess it's alright whatever
yeah no
I guess it's alright
yeah no
I guess it's alright whatever