He may be strong But he will not hold my gaze For very long His pretty eyes Will soon grow tired I'll look away Before his looks have time to die
I missed a trick Or two, or three I will remain missing Whilst you're missing me
He may be brave I'll get him lying down And you can break his ways For I left but once More times I stayed You hold me stronger now Than all the while I remained
I missed a trick It would not do I will remain missing Whilst I'm missing you
I miss the shape We used to make I miss your breath I used to take I miss the hands That held me in place They kept me still With all they gave They sent me away Still I am but what they made
