Sort Of - Ingrid Michaelson

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

That my love’s 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 and flattens me

I find you stunning, but you are running me down

My love’s too big for you my love

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 will 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

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no

And if I was stronger then I will leave this show

And if I was stronger then I would up and go

But here I am and here we go again

Tell me what to do to take away the you

To take away the you, to take away the you

To take away the you, to take away the you

To take away the you

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no

And if I was stronger then I will leave this show

And if I was stronger then I would up and go

But here I am and here we go again