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