As Tradition کے بول

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 defence Come to 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 pretty, hold 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 Come to 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