Sort Of sing and play along

Baby, you've got the sort of hands to rip me apart.

And baby, you've got the sort of face to start this old heart.

But your eyes are warning me,

this early morning,

that my love's too big for you,

my love.

Baby, you've got the sort of laugh that waters me and makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens me.

I find you stunning, but

you are running me down.

My love's too big for you,

my love.

My love's too big for you,

my love.

And if I was stronger, then I

would tell you no.

And if I was stronger, then I

will leave this show.

And if I was stronger, then I

would up and go, but here I am,

and here we go again.

Baby, you've got the sort of eyes that tell me tales that your sort of mouth just will not say.

The truth impales,

that you don't need me,

but you won't leave me.

My love's too big for you,

my love.

Oh. My love's too big for you,

my love.

And Tell me what to do

to take away the you,

take away the you,

take away the you.

(Take away the you.

Take away the you.

Take away the you.

if I was Take away the you.

would tell Take away no.

the you.

if I was Take away the you.

will leave Take away show.

the you.)

if I was stronger, then I

would up and go, but here I am,

and here we go again.