Tell me all about your love, that's what I said. Tell me all about your love and I'll see if I regret it. Tell me all about your love.
Because I don't understand. How hard could it be to really be your man? Well, it's like he never had a plan. I don't want you slipping though my hands.
So let the truth come tumbling out from your heart and from your mouth. You don't have to tell it all. I can see it. Yes, it's mostly written on the walls.
You don't have to tell it all. It's written on the walls. You don't have to tell it all.
So baby tell us how it fell apart. And how you always coped and carried on. Despite the last breath-death-threats. And I will! and you wont!, and I do! but you don't!, when we're screaming down the phone.
Cause I don't understand. How hard could it be to really be your man? Well, it's like he never had a plan, and I don't want you slipping though my hands. So I let the truth come tumbling out from your heart and from your mouth.
You don't have to tell it all. I can see it, yes, it's mostly written on the walls. You don't have to tell it all.
Ah, yes, I'm feeling in love without you. Because I don't understand. How hard could it be to really be your man? Well, it's like he never had a plan. I don't want you slipping though my hands.
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