As Tradition

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 me, 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 me, 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

Is left

Come to me, 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