Fall for Me

You’re good at the core, and humble to the touch
Too bad you’re so sad, and I can’t see you much
I want to sit in your shade, want to rake up your leaves
Too bad that you’re a Whomping Willow tree

So tell me: Am I being foolish? Am I being naïve?
Is there something more to you, or are you just a violent tree?
Will you always lash out? Will you always be angry?
Or will your leaves ever fall for me?

You smashed up Ron’s car, but you let Lupin hide
See, I know there must be good somewhere on the inside
So, would you open your buds; would you open your eyes
Would you open your heart and just give me a try?

So tell me: Am I being foolish? Am I being naïve?
Is there something different to you, or are you just a violent tree?
Will you always lash out? Will you always be angry?
Or would your leaves ever fall for me?

So tell me: Am I being foolish? (Am I being foolish?) Am I being naïve?
Is there something different to you (Is there something different to you?), or are you just a violent tree?
Will you always lash out? Will you always be angry?
Or would your leaves ever fall for me?