One She prefers the night to day Two She never calls me when she says Three Motorcycle riding to the south Four The way she puts her fingers in her mouth Five Running just in time to miss our train Six The old park benches where we scratched our names Seven she says do or die, seven reasons why Eight Her swerving hips and her lip service Nine Consumes the hopes of all men dressed in black and flesh Ten Oh she ain't got the the time to speed Eleven She leaves the pie and always always eats her greens Twelve well she cries do or die Twelve reasons why I love her, oh
Oh twelve reasons why Twelve reasons why I wrote this love song It's off the cuff I jotted down a shopping list of love Of love of love of love I`m reminded that there's nothing that can touch her Oh, yeah