Boy, আপনি let me down.
I tried too hard
And I feel numb now.
A crooked smile
And a charm that drew me in.
But beautiful eyes can hide so many things.
আপনি were my four leaf clover
My pure white dove
আপনি were my lightning strike
And my knock on wood
My hope, my faith, my luck and love
আপনি were my shooting তারকা that lit up the sky.
Then আপনি broke the mirror
And my হৃদয় died.
No hope, no faith, no luck, no love.
Just ordinary.
You’re just ordinary now.
Oh I’m not naive
But I thought
আপনি were the perfect thing for me
Don’t get me wrong,
আপনি can be wonderful sometimes
But then you’re lost
And আপনি can’t look me in the eye.
আপনি were my four leaf clover
My pure white dove
আপনি were my lightning strike
And my knock on wood
My hope, my faith, my luck and love
আপনি were my shooting তারকা that lit up the sky.
Then আপনি broke the mirror
And my হৃদয় died.
No hope, no faith, no luck, no love.
Just ordinary.
You’re just ordinary now.
Oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah, oh
Ordinary oh oh
আপনি were my four leaf clover
My pure white dove
আপনি were my lightning strike
And my knock on wood
My hope, my faith, my luck and love
আপনি were my shooting তারকা that lit up the sky.
Then আপনি broke the mirror
And my হৃদয় died.
No hope, no faith, no luck, no love.
Just ordinary.
You’re just ordinary now.
I tried too hard
And I feel numb now.
A crooked smile
And a charm that drew me in.
But beautiful eyes can hide so many things.
আপনি were my four leaf clover
My pure white dove
আপনি were my lightning strike
And my knock on wood
My hope, my faith, my luck and love
আপনি were my shooting তারকা that lit up the sky.
Then আপনি broke the mirror
And my হৃদয় died.
No hope, no faith, no luck, no love.
Just ordinary.
You’re just ordinary now.
Oh I’m not naive
But I thought
আপনি were the perfect thing for me
Don’t get me wrong,
আপনি can be wonderful sometimes
But then you’re lost
And আপনি can’t look me in the eye.
আপনি were my four leaf clover
My pure white dove
আপনি were my lightning strike
And my knock on wood
My hope, my faith, my luck and love
আপনি were my shooting তারকা that lit up the sky.
Then আপনি broke the mirror
And my হৃদয় died.
No hope, no faith, no luck, no love.
Just ordinary.
You’re just ordinary now.
Oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah, oh
Ordinary oh oh
আপনি were my four leaf clover
My pure white dove
আপনি were my lightning strike
And my knock on wood
My hope, my faith, my luck and love
আপনি were my shooting তারকা that lit up the sky.
Then আপনি broke the mirror
And my হৃদয় died.
No hope, no faith, no luck, no love.
Just ordinary.
You’re just ordinary now.