She's 22
She’s 22, and she’s loving youand you’ll never know how it makes me blue,does she make you happy?
I’m holding on, to a thing that’s wrongcause we don’t belong,you like my songs and it makes me happydoes she make you happy?
You can throw away, every word I say
I’m standing still, on this hidden hill,and I’m looking around for the right way down,to your distant valley,your flowers grow, in the frozen snow and I’d like to know is it all a show,are you really happy? [x2]
Cause you can throw away, every word I sayYou just throw away