A Little Contrived
Lewis Loh Zhi Hou
A little contrived, oh it's mostly my mind,
Poetic words they hide the truth.
I'm whispering words, to the breeze all unheard,
Speak louder, you need to prove.
That all I really wanted was you,
All I really wanted was you, All I really wanted was you, All I really wanted was you. Ooh.
