She really likes me
Words and music Lucien Simon

The look in your eyes, betrays
Your thoughts of debauchery

She looked away from me

She likes me, she really likes me, yeah yeah

She likes me, yeah, yeah, she likes me
She likes me, yeah, yeah, she likes me

She spat, right in my face
When she saw me at the bar, with you, standing in her place

She broke into my house
And left a picture of a naked girl
Right on my bed
She likes me, she really likes me, yeah yeah

She likes me, yeah, yeah, she likes me
She likes me, yeah, yeah, she likes me

She really likes m, She really likes me, She really likes m, She really likes me
She really likes m, She really likes me, She really likes m, She really likes me

What love, when humiliation is the tool
What love, when humiliation’s the rule

We ran, away, to the countryside
Stayed in bed all day, ‘cause there’s nowhere else to hide

With no drugs or alcohol or place to go
The boredom of being with her
Drives me to despair, she really likes me, yeah yeah

She likes me, yeah, yeah, she likes me
She likes me, yeah, yeah, she likes me

She really likes m, She really likes me, She really likes m, She really likes me
She really likes m, She really likes me, She really likes m, She really likes me