there's all these things
you do for me
that no one does
that no one does
no one would do
for me what you
make seem routine
a matter of
just what love does
just what love is
though no one else
would call it that -
so far beyond,
you've gone for me
tell me just what
you're playing at?
you can't fool me
no one but you would do all this
and call it love
you can't fool me
there's something else that's underneath
your pure above
you're pure above
but no fool, I - I'll pick and pry
and force bad out
from what's behind
no fool am I
no fool for love
I have no doubt
I'll pick and pry and force bad out
from what's beneath,
from what's behind
no fool am I
I wish I was
a fool for love's the smartest kind
1 comment:
Okay, this one's screaming for some music!
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