Metaphorically Yours

Oh baby, can't you see When you get mad at me Your eyes light up your face Oh baby, just admit If both my wrists were slit You´d bandage them with style and grace And it´s not over And I don´t think it will be And we are joined at the hip like siamese twins And that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so, But you know With you I´m never bored Yes ma'am, you strike a chord That makes me shiver and mumble I´m chomping at the bit I need my daily fix Or my whole world will crumble And it´s not over I don´t think it will be And we are joined at the hip like siamese twins And that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so, But you know Come wrap your arms around The man who is back in town And loves to watch you smile Don't know if I should laugh or cry With you sleeping by my side I hear the silence for miles And it´s not over I don´t think it will be And we are joined at the hip like siamese twins And that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so, But you know --- Metaphorically Yours - Ed Harcourt