Left Handed Kisses Andrew Bird (Ft. Fiona Apple)

[Bird / Apple]
I don't believe everything happens for a reason
To us romantics out here, that amounts to high treason
I don't go in for your star-crossed lovers
In the heart of a skeptic, there's a question that still hovers near

[Bird]
For it begs the question
How did I ever find you?
Now you got me writing love songs
With a common refrain like this one here, baby

[Apple]
And all your left handed kisses
Were just prelude to another
Prelude to your backhanded love song, baby

[Bird]
But it begs a question
How did I ever find you?
Drifting gently through the gyre
Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean
Got me writing love songs
With a common refrain like this one here

[Apple]
The point your song here misses
Is that if you really loved me
You'd risk more than a few 50 cent words
In your backhanded love song