SINGER: Imogen Heap

SONG:Whatever

You, you come to me
so perfectly yeah
so perfectly made
And yeah all that you are
and yeah all that you said
you're so exquisitely bred
hmm yeah what more can i say?
So yeah, yeah
i guess it's alright
yeah, no
i guess it's alright whatever
yeah no
i guess it's alright
yeah no
i guess it's alright whatever
And i, i hate ya for
for letting me fall for you
just like a fool
And now i'm all psyching out
hmm 'cause all were about
is this ugly phone and it's all i have
to look forward to, yeah
Dreaming, of you lyin' in my bed
just like how we were just days before
oh just leave me just get out of my head
'cause i can't take this torture any more
You're so far away, yeah
why are you so far away
from me?