|
The ground was filled with snow, |
|
I really had to go ' |
|
Cause I saw you waiting for me |
|
Before my inner eyes, and figured out replies |
|
That would make it easier to see |
|
That spring took a halt in kindness |
|
Just to clear out our blindness |
|
Matchmaker, a grand faker |
|
Matchmaking me to you |
|
Matchmaker, a grand faker |
|
Matchmaking me to you |
|
I'm not among the crowd, who screams out loud |
|
But who whispers, when they are afraid |
|
I'm quiet, the reverse, |
|
I don't like to rehearse |
|
So socializing may seem dull with me |
|
But you don't seem to mind, kind as you are, one of a kind |
|
Matchmaker, a grand faker |
|
Matchmaking me to you |
|
Happy love cartoons, april fools |
|
I'm so grateful for the way you're carrying me |
|
Heavy load |
|
I guess but |
|
I confess |
|
Half of the time |
|
I'm pushing you in front of me |
|
The ground was filled with snow, |
|
I really had to go ' |
|
Cause I saw you waiting for me |
|
Before my inner eyes, and figured out replies |
|
That would make it easier to see |
|
That spring took a halt in kindness |
|
Just to clear out our blindness |
|
Matchmaker, a grand faker |
|
Matchmaking me to you |
|
Matchmaker, a grand faker |
|
Matchmaking me to you |
