Artista: Imogen Heap
  Canción: 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 its alright
Yeah, no
I guess it's alright whatever
Yeah no
I guess its alright
Yeah no
I guess its 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 cant take this torture any more 

Youre so far away, yeah
Why are you so far away
From me