Lord

Oh, I can feel your heart through your fleece It's a short black skirt It's the pen in your pocket Baby, are you writing to me? I'm away all the time I'll be damned if I don't get home tonight You said you loved me since the day I was born I don't know what for I can't explain it, I'm not gonna (Aaah) Lord forgive me You can try but I wouldn't reason with me Lord I'm letting go I'm a seahorse And I need a little sugar I just need a little sugar Tangled and tethered and pining the thing Come crawling to me If you lie down I'll lie down too My disposition is a death machine If you touch the nerve Then I hold it open and (Aaah) Lord forgive me You can try but I wouldn't reason with me Lord I'm letting go I'm a seahorse And I need a little sugar I just need a little sugar Lord forgive me You can try but I wouldn't reason with me Lord I'm letting go I'm a seahorse And I need a little sugar I just need a little sugar I just need a little sugar