One. She prefers the night to day
Two. She never calls me when she says
Three. Her motorcycle riding to the South
Four. The way she puts her fingers in her mouth
Five. Running just in time to miss our train
Six. The old park bench is where we scratched our names
Seven. She says do or die
Seven reasons why
Eight. Her swirling hips and lips of ice
Nine. Consumes the hopes of all men dressed in black and flame
Ten. Oh she ain't got the time to speak
Eleven. She leaves the pie and always, always eats her greens
Twelve. Well she cries do or die
Twelve reasons why
Yeah, I love, I love, I love her
Oh twelve reasons why,
Twelve reasons why I wrote this love song
It's off the cuff,
I jotted down a shopping list of love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Can buy the doctor's
Love things I can touch
Yeah....