Two, three, four
You've torn your dress, it's evident
And I can't relieve myself of the charges
You're so sweet
But your feet
Are flying
So high above the ground
And I feel like I'm dragging you down
You know, it's funny how we laugh about our problems
But, you know, that ain't get nothing done
And it's so hard
Just to talk
Just to talk
And just to touch
But then, maybe I expect too much
Hey, that's alright
I know you're good to me
I just can't figure out what my problem is
Though it may be
Your inclination
To forgive, ooh, ooh, ooh
Nah, honey, well, that ain't it
I just want you to live