Must Count

She speaks three languages I speak one, and I'm languishin' She has panache and purpose I'm so unsure and nervous Oh, her flawless skin I'm no porcelain but I'm here, with you, again Still anguishin', that must count for somethin'? It must count for somethin'? Even if our lives are outta sync You're the best thought I ever think Maybe I'm your never has been, who never will be But I still have my wishin' And I'm here again... That must count for somethin'..? (That must count for something...?) I've counted my flaws, listed my marks Pieced together patches for my heart Cause she's the perfect thing you got While my stomach's all twisted in knots Oh, but I'm here again... (That must count for somethin'?) (Must count for somethin') Even if our lives are outta sync You're the best thought I ever think Maybe I'm your never has been, who never will be But I still have my wishin' And I'm here again.... That must count for somethin'..? (That must count for something...?) In my dreams I'll say to you... I don't care for p's and q's And I know neither do you So, stop messing with her And come over (come over!) (That must count for somethin') (Even if our lives are outta sync) You're the best thought I ever think Maybe I'm your never has been, who never will be But I still have my wishin' And I'm here again... That must count for somethin'.. (That must to count for something) Copyright © 2025 ElizaBeth All rights reserved