She broke my heart.
She's touched my soul.
Left me in pieces,
Then made me whole (yeah)
She's made me laugh,
Then cry a river.
She is my past,
And still my future.
Oh, in the end, when you ask me what I do.
I've been writing Songs About You.
All big and small things,
Oh, life passing through.
I'll still be writing Songs About You.
She's kissed my lips,
Never enough.
She's teased my ego,
With talks of love.
She's lefts me breathless,
With just a hint,
Of her sweetest perfume,
Upon my naked skin.
When the night comes and you ask me what I do.
I've been writing Songs About You.
Oh, when the day breaks in,
I'm still in this room.
I'll still be writing Songs About You.
What a crazy way love can make us?
What a crazy way indeed?
She'll be my life,
And be my death.
She'll be my every single piece of inspiration, every breathe.
Oh, in the end, when you ask me what I do.
I've been writing Songs About You.
Oh, I've been writing Songs About You
I've been,
I've been writing Songs About You...