Frida Hyvönen ♪♫♪♫♪♫ Why Do You Love Me So Much

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Why do you love me so much?

How  come you love me so much?

Look I'm paralysed with chock, paralysed with chock.
Could it be my awesome looks? I'm afraid that's out of the question, my beauty is fleeting.
Have I won the Nobel prize, oh charm, I must have been sleeping, must have been sleeping.

Why do you love me so much?

How  come you love me so much?

I don't seem to recover from the chock, recover from the chock.
Is it it the invisible chemistry stuff, I hope it's not, the mere thought makes me sick and I wanna throw up.
Have I by mistake been extra charming, oh the chances are alarmingly low.

Do you want me to love you back? Or is it okay either way?
Do you want me to love you back? How much time do you got?

It's not that I have anything against you, No I think you are among the best people I have met.
But I don't see how I can be unfaithful to my idea of romance, is something slightly out of date.

Why do you love me so much?

How  come you love me so much?

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(en klassisk tanke som Frida Hyvönen här lyckas klä i ord; ambivalensen kring att vilja älskas för den man är och inte vad man gör, men att samtidigt inte vilja älskas som vem som helst utan för det som gör en själv till den där unika varelsen. de där egenskaperna som lyckas spela an de där svårspelade strängarna hos den där fantastiska andra människan..)

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