Andrew Bird: I don’t believe everything happens for a reason
Fiona Apple: To us romantics out here that amounts to high treason
Andrew: I don’t go in for your star-crossed lovers
Fiona: In the heart of a skeptic, there’s a question that still hovers near
Andrew: For it begs the question how did I ever find you
Now you got me writing love songs
With the common refrain like this one here, baby
Fiona: And all your left handed kisses were just prelude to another
Prelude to your back handed love songs, baby
Andrew: But it begs the question how did I ever find you
Drifting gently through the gyre
Of the great Sargasso sea Atlantic Ocean
You got me writing love songs
With a common refrain like this one here

[Violin]

Fiona: The point your song here misses is that if you really loved me
You’d risk more than a few 50 cent words in your back handed love song
Andrew: For it begs the question
Both: How did I ever find you
Andrew: Drifting gently through the gyre
Both: Of the great Sargasso sea Atlantic Ocean
Fiona: The point your love song misses
Andrew: You got me writing love songs
Fiona: Is that you really love me
Andrew: With the common refrain like this one here, baby
Fiona: Prelude to another of your back handed love songs

Andrew: Now it’s time for a handsome little book end
Fiona: Now it’s time to tie up all the loose ends
Andrew: Am I still a skeptic or did you
Both: Make me a believer
Fiona: If you hesitate you’ll hear the click of the receiver



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Left Handed Kisses (ft. Fiona Apple) song meanings
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