Naive - Mutya Buena

I’m not saying it was your fault

Although you could have done more

Oh, you’re so naïve yet so

How could this be done

By such a smiling sweetheart?

Oh, and your sweet and pretty face

Is such an ugly word for something so beautiful

Oh, that every time I look inside

I know she knows that I’m not fond of asking

True or false, it may be, well, she’s still out to get me

And I know she knows that I’m not fond of asking

True or false, it may be, she’s still out to get me

I may say it was your fault

Because I know you could have done more

Oh, you’re so naïve, yet so

How could this be done

By such a smiling sweetheart?

Oh, and your sweet and pretty face

Is such an ugly word for something so beautiful

Oh, that every time I look inside

I know she knows that I’m not fond of asking

And true or false, it may be, well, she’s still out to get me

And I know she knows that I’m not fond of asking

True or false, it may be, she’s still out to get me

So how could this be done

By such a smiling sweetheart?

Oh, you’re so naïve, yet so

Is such an ugly thing for someone so beautiful

I’ll die every time you’re on his side

I know she knows that I’m not fond of asking

True or false, it may be, well, she’s still out to get me

And I know she knows that I’m not fond of asking

True or false, it may be, she’s still out to get me

Just don’t let me down, just don’t let me down

Hold on to your kite

Just don’t let me down, just don’t let me down

Hold on to your kite, hey, girl, hold on

Just don’t let me down, just don’t let me down

Hold on to this kite, let it go

Just don’t let me down, just don’t let me down