How Come

by joetwo

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?

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