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What It Is
© 2002 Amy Fabry
 
He doesn’t have to follow her home
To know just where she lives
He does just fine on his own
Without the lousy directions she gives
 
It is what it is
It’s just a little bit odd
It is what it is
Fundamentally flawed
 
Contradictions too sheer to climb
How can she want him and want him to leave
At the same time?
If she’s hiding, he always finds her out
Because he knows an intimate route
 
It is what it is
It’s just a little bit odd
It is what it is
Fundamentally flawed
But I guess it is what it is
I guess it is what it is
 
 
 
 
She doesn’t want to give him an edge
She’s gonna keep her emotions at bay
But she can’t deny him the privilege
She lets him get to her anyway
 
It is what it is
It’s just a little bit odd
It is what it is
Fundamentally flawed
But I guess it is what it is
I guess it is what it is
Aggravatingly captivating
Is what it is
 

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