Marmalade

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

I can't hear my mockingbird

Now worn, over my shoulder

You have no love to give

So try just like I need you too

I can't hear you calling

And I avoid your eyes

And you think love is dangerous

Hold there your hands

Hold

Hold

Hold, ooh

Then dance and use your gold

Oh, your finest white that you can sew

And when you have something good to me

It was gone, yeah, it was gone

So, I can hear you calling

And I avoid your eyes

And you think no one's hearing, just

Hold out your hands

It's not hard for me, for you

You can hear this sound, eventually

It's not far to love, to come, and remain

It's a trust that could break at least to myself

It's not love

Oh, oh

Oh, oh