There are many people I'd like to be for a day. But I'd be Norah Jones for two days. Her songs are so sad, like the mysterious bar singer. You imagine this girl must have been hurt so terribly by men, but then you also have this image of her that makes you wonder what man would ever do anything to her but fall head over heels in love?
Maybe she's cheaply popular mainstream now. Oh well. ;)

I've tried so hard, my dear to show, that you're my every dream
yet you're afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme
a memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold, cold heart?

Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue
and so my heart is paying now for things I didn't do
in anger unkind words I said
they make the teardrops start
why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold, cold heart?

There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me
but now I know your heart is shackled to a memory
the more I learn to care for you, the more we drift apart
why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold, cold heart?