Ben Folds - Songs of Love lyrics
[Ben Folds - Songs of Love lyrics]
The streets and coffee-shops
Their prey gather in herds of stiff
Knee length skirts and white ankle-socks
But while they search for a mate
My type hibernate in bedrooms above
Composing their songs of love
Young, uniform minds in uniform
Lines and uniform ties
Run 'round with trousers on fire and
Signs of desire they cannot disguise
While I try to find words as light
As the birds that circle above
To put in my songs of love
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time
Let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you still can
While the sun hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love
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