Why Me By Anna Lo P

When I met you, I asked you Why me? Why me? Why me? Is there any reason for you to love someone like me. You said "Never mind reasons" And I felt maybe that's the reason A reason for no reasons I want to hear A reason I wouldn't fear. And I asked myself those too What is there about me? That something that he liked and hopefully he might pursue. I'm not pretty, nothing to love I'm not sexy, nothing to love I'm not young, nothing to love I'm not even his own kind, nothing to love. So what is there about me? Something which made him to like me? Just a regular ordinary lady Maybe I'm a girl that's extraordinary. I'm funny, something to love I'm naughty, something to love Im a crying baby, something to love I'm a sweety, something to love I'm caring, something to love I'm thoughtful,something to love I'm smart, something to love I'm a one fine lady, someone to love I'm extraordinary, someone to love I'm a Once in Lifetime Woman, you must love. But you're not around anymore And can't hear this paramore, no more I still ask myself if there could be more So you can love me, am I such a bore?..:(