Sort Of

good song by 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 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
You don't need me, but you won't leave me.
My love's too big for you, my love
Oh, 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.

Tell me what to do to take away the you

Take away the you, take away the you

Take away the you...