Lyric Hallelujah

There are all kinds of things I could ask you if I choose
But I don t do I dear good intentions don t survive here
No instead my requests tend to be dumb as hell
Move in close, closer still, I hear the songs of Georgie Gershwin
I swear at you cos I believe that sweet talk like candy rots teeth

No Hallelujahs, or gifted voices
To sing your praises I d be walking on wheels
No whoops or war crys or caramias
All translations will read "Marry me now"

Well I sing to express my belief that sweet talk like candy rots teeth
With his hand on his heart, it s a posing place
While draining the mystery from your face
He admits all he s chasing is the chase
But you won t let him run

You make him suffer for all he s gone done
He ll still be hurting when the kingdom comes

Move in close till you see, he only wants what he can t have
So when he gets it he s good as bad
Move in close, closer still, I hear the songs of Georgie Gershwin
Oh Hallelujah, how I m walking on wheels