I know it's harder the length from your shoulder To your hungry eyes to your bloated mind The flower of Juda paints not a picture But a tasteless life that I abide by Who love has taken that razor-sharp humour That you used to wear in summer weather Our laboir to gather up strangers who grow bitter From the weight and ties of love combined With wealth =Chorus= If you want it You should just ask for it =Verse= When love is now love through all of the broken Blades of gra** that stained your school blouse =Chorus= When you need it Don't feel desperate We all need it Dm The same as you do (do)