As Tradition

Love is just a word I have learned I may use at my own expense Bible study earned me the right To be alone in my own defense Come to me, pretty, pull back my limbs It's the oldest tradition known to my skin I can be soft when I am disarmed I can be just what you want Love is just a word, love is just a word Love is just a word Don't say that you mean it Come on, baby We both know that that's absurd (When you love me like this) (When I can't move my lips) Come to me, pretty, pull back my arms It's the oldest tradition known to my heart I can be soft when I am disarmed I can be just what you want You want me soft You and God, baby Love me the best When I'm laid to rest And only my body is left Is left Come to me, pretty, pull back my limbs It's the oldest tradition known to my skin I can be soft when I am disarmed I can be just what you want