metaphorically yours
oh baby, cant you see
when you get mad at me
your eyes light up your face
oh baby, just admit
if both my wrists were slit
youd bandage them with style and grace
and its not over
and I dont think it will be
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins
and thats 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 Im never bored
yes maam, you strike a chord
that makes me shiver and mumble
Im chomping at the bit
I need my daily fix
or my whole world will crumble
and its not over
I dont think it will be
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins
and thats 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
dont know if I should laugh or cry
with you sleeping by my side
I hear the silence for miles
and its not over
I dont think it will be
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins
and thats 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