So if you tell me, tell me, tell me that you love me
One more time... I shall be sick on your guitar
I'm not some delicate piece of art
To be admired from afar

So won't you pull me, pull me, pull me through this speaker
And show me a time... show me the lovers they say own the night
Show me the diamonds you left in the mine
Show me that time is still on my side

'Cause baby, it's love
In practice, not theory
You may behold me
But why can't you hold me?
'Cause baby, it's love
In practise, not theory
Trapped in a song
But not for too long

And as for that solitary tear that you save
For the end of the week
The one that will make 'em go weak at the knee
When you dedicate it to me
Well it's the one thing that I've never seen
And you say baby, baby, baby

It's that time of the year
The time when your violin and a tear
Will make the rooftop angels appear
They'll give you their sandals
And a harp if you cry in their beer


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