Hey Mr. love I’ve been singin’ and still
There’s a hole in my heart only a man can fill
But he’s had a blistered love and we’re sharin’ a bed
But he’s not in a state to be readily left in my hands
In my hands in my hands in my hands
Chorus:
Hey Love live it up
‘Cause I’m getting closer and I want love
Give it up
These poetry and prose and words are not enough
Cause you’re more than melody to me… I think
So morning comes and I’m nervously clad
In these sheets not my own and these hands where they don’t belong
And I’m all but a victim to my prison head
I should run for my gun but I’m lying instead in your hands
In your hands in your hands in your hands
And you say
Chorus
And holding out our hands before us
All the world will love and whore us
My heart Oh Lord is in your hands
In your hands
In my hands
In your hands
In my hands x5
In my ooooh yeah
Hey Mr. Love I’m too tired to sing
But he is more than melody to me
