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Li Michael
Sorbonne Robinson©Copyright 2001 There
are times when my words are confusin' or the way that I say
them's too
strong-- when
my words aren't the ones you'ld be choosin', and
it's easy to take them all
wrong... Though
I've pulled on a heart-string that's tender, and I see, on your cheek,
there's a
tear, know
that "clumsy's" just part of my
gender, and
you're all that I love and hold
dear. Chorus:
So
I wish you could hear my soul speakin'; Choosin'
words is a frustrating art. You
would know mine's the love that you're seekin', if you could just hear the words of my
heart. For,
the words, so inadequate, haunt me, and I wish I were born with the knack, but
the terms that I need ever taunt me on the savvy and tact that I lack. What
I need you to know, dear, is never would I say things, on purpose, to
harm. You're
the love of my life and forever. You're the sunshine that keeps my
world warm. Chorus:
So
I wish you could hear my soul speakin'; Choosin'
words is a frustrating art. You
would know mine's the love that you're seekin', if you could just hear the words of my
heart.
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