I pick a flower and tear of its peddles one by one
repeating He love's me He love's me not
I wonder if he really loves me
I guess you cant believe a flower
He love's me
I think Not............
If he really loved me why doesn't he pick up the phone when I call
Why doesn't he hug me good-bye
He loves me
He love's me NOT
I pick another flower and tear of its peddles one by one
repeating He love's me He love's me not
I guess the flower finally seen it my way
As the last peddle falls to the ground I Whisper
"He love's Me Not"
