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 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 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

Come to 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