Why did you expect me to know what love is?
Why do you ask me if I can tell you why?
Could it be that I might know what love is,
even though I only know it some of the time?
You've got this man, thank you, ma'am,
who wants to give you all his time.
I want to tell you why he can't run to you
'cause my metaphors speak just fine.
Pull out a flower by the stem or leaves,
and most of it stays planted.
You've got to rid the ground of those roots
and plant yourself instead.
He's standing in the doorway, looking both ways.
He can't find the key that's in your pocket.
You've got to show it to him, hold up that keyring,
so he can shut the door to her and lock it.
I'm giving advice when maybe I should get it,so,
how am I in the position to say what's right or wrong with her or him?
I'm not on the inside with all the information,
then again, outside looking in.
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