Prefab Sprout - Hallelujah lyrics

There are all kinds of things I
Could ask you if I chose but, I don't
Do I dear? Good intentions don't survive here
No instead my requests tend to
Be dumb as hell move in close, closer still
I hear the songs of Georgie Gershwin
I swear at you 'cause I believe that
Sweet talk like candy rots teeth, so

No Hallelujahs no Hallelujahs
Or gifted voices
To sing your praises I'd be walking on wheels
No whoops or war cries
No whoops or war cries or "cara mia"s
All translations will read "Marry me now"
Well I sing to express my belief that
Sweet talk like candy rots teeth
With his hand on his heart
It's a posing place
While draining the mystery from your face
He admit's all he's chasing is the chase
But, you won't let him run

You make him suffer for all he's gone done
He'll still be hurting when the Kingdom comes

Move in close till you see
He only wants what he can't have
So when he gets it he's good as bad
Move in close, closer still
I hear the songs of Georgie Gershwin
Oh Hallelujah, how I'm walking on wheels