Because you're thirty-two And in your prime You silently refuse to date Or date When war was cold, I had a lovely time I messaged you and sent a shot of grime Then shot some more It must have been too late Because you're thirty-two And in your prime Perhaps I'm shifting like a paradigm And all the new assumptions formulate As if our war were cold A lovely time Cause baby, you've got a love like war Beat me down till I can't take more We'll go round after round Till we can't pick ourselves off the ground I'll exercise my stock, internal rhyme The currency is yours to circulate I'm twenty-nine, my interest rate is prime Suppose that poverty is not a crime Suppose you more or less accommodate When cold, we'll have a lovely time Perhaps you'll click on me in wintertime Proximity is constant, so is fate Was I twenty-two before my prime The war was cold I had a lovely time Cause baby, you've got a love like war Beat me down till I can't take more We'll go round after round Till we can't pick ourselves off the ground Cause baby, you've got a love like war Beat me down till I can't take more We'll go round after round Till we can't pick ourselves off the ground You've got a love like war Beat me down till I can't take more We'll go round after round Till we can't pick ourselves off the ground