Lord

Oh, I can feel your heart through your fleece

It's a short black skirt

It's the pen in your pocket

Baby, are you writing to me?

I'm away all the time

I'll be damned if I don't get home tonight

You said you loved me since the day I was born

I don't know what for

I can't explain it, I'm not gonna

(Aaah)

Lord forgive me

You can try but I wouldn't reason with me

Lord I'm letting go

I'm a seahorse

And I need a little sugar

I just need a little sugar

Tangled and tethered and pining the thing

Come crawling to me

If you lie down I'll lie down too

My disposition is a death machine

If you touch the nerve

Then I hold it open and

(Aaah)

Lord forgive me

You can try but I wouldn't reason with me

Lord I'm letting go

I'm a seahorse

And I need a little sugar

I just need a little sugar

Lord forgive me

You can try but I wouldn't reason with me

Lord I'm letting go

I'm a seahorse

And I need a little sugar

I just need a little sugar

I just need a little sugar