How Come
How come though we’re warned we still touch wet paint?
How come though you’re sinful I say you’re a saint?
How come each every evening we bicker and fight?
How come our fights end with a wonderful night?
How come your craziness is driving me mad?
How come I stick with you though they tell me you’re bad?
How come I’m still here after all we’ve been through?
How come in the end I’m in love, with you?