Sort Of

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 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 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 And if I was stronger then I would tell you no. (take away the you) And if I was stronger then I will leave this show (take away the you) And if I was stronger then I would up and go But here I am and here we go again --- Sort Of - Ingrid Michaelson