Hallelujah

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 So, with his hand on his heart, it's a posing place While draining the mystery from your face He admits 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 as good as bad Move in close, closer still, I hear the songs of Georgie Gershwin Oh, hallelujah, how I'm walking on wheels