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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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