You love me? You love me?
Not especially
I'm alone
We all are, here

You make me feel
You make me wonder why I am feeling this way
When she sees him come into the bar she's lurking at
(There 'mo is now)
He walks in, flips a quarter, plays a song, and that was that
(Falling towards the ground)

You had to be there to see, had to be there to see
But it's killing me, I wonder how it must have been to feel, ooh
(Are you in prison? No, the city is killing me)
I wonder how it must have been to feel

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Writer(s): Willow Smith