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, the moon looks 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
then flattens me
I find you stunning, but you are running me down
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 would 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

Tell me what to do to take away the you,
take away the you
take away the you ...

~ Ingrid Michaelson ~

p/s: pernah dengar lagu ni video kawin seseorang ... tapi tak ingat siapa OV nya