| Song | Metaphorically Yours |
| Artist | Ed Harcourt |
| Album | From Every Sphere |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Harcourt | |
| oh baby, can't you see | |
| when you get mad at me | |
| your eyes light up your face | |
| oh baby, just admit | |
| if both my wrists were slit | |
| you'd bandage them with style and grace | |
| and it's not over | |
| and I don't think it will be | |
| and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
| and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so, | |
| But you know | |
| with you I'm never bored | |
| yes ma'am, you strike a chord | |
| that makes me shiver and mumble | |
| I'm chomping at the bit | |
| I need my daily fix | |
| or my whole world will crumble | |
| and it's not over | |
| I don't think it will be | |
| and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
| and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so, | |
| but you know | |
| come wrap your arms around | |
| the man who is back in town | |
| and loves to watch you smile | |
| don't know if I should laugh or cry | |
| with you sleeping by my side | |
| I hear the silence for miles | |
| and it's not over | |
| I don't think it will be | |
| and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
| and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so, | |
| but you know |
| zuo qu : Harcourt | |
| oh baby, can' t you see | |
| when you get mad at me | |
| your eyes light up your face | |
| oh baby, just admit | |
| if both my wrists were slit | |
| you' d bandage them with style and grace | |
| and it' s not over | |
| and I don' t think it will be | |
| and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
| and that' s a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so, | |
| But you know | |
| with you I' m never bored | |
| yes ma' am, you strike a chord | |
| that makes me shiver and mumble | |
| I' m chomping at the bit | |
| I need my daily fix | |
| or my whole world will crumble | |
| and it' s not over | |
| I don' t think it will be | |
| and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
| and that' s a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so, | |
| but you know | |
| come wrap your arms around | |
| the man who is back in town | |
| and loves to watch you smile | |
| don' t know if I should laugh or cry | |
| with you sleeping by my side | |
| I hear the silence for miles | |
| and it' s not over | |
| I don' t think it will be | |
| and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
| and that' s a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so, | |
| but you know |
| zuò qǔ : Harcourt | |
| oh baby, can' t you see | |
| when you get mad at me | |
| your eyes light up your face | |
| oh baby, just admit | |
| if both my wrists were slit | |
| you' d bandage them with style and grace | |
| and it' s not over | |
| and I don' t think it will be | |
| and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
| and that' s a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so, | |
| But you know | |
| with you I' m never bored | |
| yes ma' am, you strike a chord | |
| that makes me shiver and mumble | |
| I' m chomping at the bit | |
| I need my daily fix | |
| or my whole world will crumble | |
| and it' s not over | |
| I don' t think it will be | |
| and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
| and that' s a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so, | |
| but you know | |
| come wrap your arms around | |
| the man who is back in town | |
| and loves to watch you smile | |
| don' t know if I should laugh or cry | |
| with you sleeping by my side | |
| I hear the silence for miles | |
| and it' s not over | |
| I don' t think it will be | |
| and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
| and that' s a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so | |
| I confess I love you so, | |
| but you know |