Song 4 You - Ben Lee

I’ll buy a pair of jeans

A stylish means

A groovy masterpiece

I’ll cover them with paper men

And books on zen

Records shot with darts

Talk your way out of this one — blah, blah, blah…

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I’ll sleep till after three

I’ll brush my teeth

I’ll wash my feet

I don’t feel well

You couldn’t tell

I look like hell

Records shot with darts

Talk your way out of this one — blah, blah, blah…

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you