Ingrid Michaelson
~Sort Of~
Baby you've got the sort of hands to rip me apartAnd baby you've got the sort of face to start this old heartBut your eyes are warning me this early morningThat my love's too big for you my love
Baby you've got the sort of laugh that waters meAnd makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens meI find you stunning, but you are running me downMy love's too big for you my loveMy love's too big for you my love
And if I was stronger then I would tell you noAnd if I was stronger then I will leave this showAnd if I was stronger then I would up and goBut here I am and here we go again
Baby you've got the sort of eyes that tell me talesThat your sort of mouth just will not say, the truth impalesThat you don't need me, but you won't leave meMy love's too big for you my loveMy love's too big for you my love
And if I was stronger then I would tell you noAnd if I was stronger then I will leave this showAnd if I was stronger then I would up and goBut here I am and here we go again
Tell me what to do to take away the you?
And if I was stronger then I would tell you no.And if I was stronger then I will leave this showAnd if I was stronger then I would up and goBut here I am and here we go again
No comments:
Post a Comment