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