
She Loves Me Not (But She's Crazy For Me)
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- balkan pop-folk
- klapa
- vocoder
- vaporwave
- talking blues
- talkbox
- mandolin
Lyrics
Spoken Intro
Well now folks
I got a story to tell you
About a girl and a fella
And a mandolin that wouldn't stay in tune
Verse 1
Met her at a wedding down in Split
She was dancing with her uncle on the tile
I tripped over a speaker cable
Spilled my rakija and smiled
She said boy you got two left feet
I said darling I got one good heart
She laughed so hard she dropped her glass
And that's how we got our start
Pre-Chorus
Now I call her every evening
On my talkbox telephone
She says come on over honey
But bring your mandolin along
Chorus
Oh she loves me she loves me not
She loves me she loves me not
I picked a whole bouquet of daisies
And every petal said she's crazy
But crazy for me
(Crazy for me)
Crazy for me
Verse 2
Her mother runs a bakery in Zadar
Her father plays the accordion loud
I showed up with a box of chocolates
And a vocoder I'd rigged up proud
I sang her name through a synthesizer
She said that's the strangest thing I've heard
Then she kissed me on the forehead
And I forgot every single word
Pre-Chorus
Now I stumble through my sentences
Like a tourist lost in town
She just rolls her eyes and tells me
Honey sit yourself right down
Chorus
Oh she loves me she loves me not
She loves me she loves me not
I picked a whole bouquet of daisies
And every petal said she's crazy
But crazy for me
(Crazy for me)
Crazy for me
Bridge
I bought a ring from a man named Boris
He threw in a free cassette
Of klapa songs and vaporwave
The weirdest tape I've heard yet
She said I do before I asked her
Then she asked me what I'd said
I said I do not know but darling
Let's go get some cevapi instead
Guitar Solo
Chorus
Oh she loves me she loves me not
She loves me she loves me not
I picked a whole bouquet of daisies
And every petal said she's crazy
But crazy for me
(Crazy for me)
Crazy for me
Post-Chorus
La la la la la la la
Na na na na na na
La la la la la la la
Na na na na na na
Verse 3
Thirty years gone by this summer
She still dances on that tile
I still trip on speaker cables
And she still laughs a while
The mandolin is out of tune
The talkbox blew in ninety-nine
But every daisy in the garden
Says that she is mine
Outro
She loves me
(She loves me)
She loves me not
(She loves me not)
Aw heck she loves me
(She loves me)
That's all I got
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