Willow, for me Bow your tree Down to the hands Of someone no one
I'm not in this based on none but my mistake At I lie awake Thinking of all the I'd happily break
cruel I know, at least they tell me so Well, lock me up And away the key Because I'm not ashamed, oh no , oh,
That I write love songs to those whom I don't love I only reach for him tied to someone else's glove which I hold inside, which I admire and deride Which I and hide is yours
Willow, for me, don't think I don't see This life I'm living in two but still it's something I do I'm not in this, nor am I special, sweet or kind I a thousand smiles, yet I keep my own to hide behind
cruel I know, at least they tell me so Well lock me up And throw the key Because I'm not ashamed, oh no, oh,
That I only write love songs to whom I don't love I only reach for him who's tied to else's glove That I hold inside, which I admire and deride I protect and hide is yours
Slander and dissension, parlor games to me Papers with lies too mad to mention You say they never hurt you, mo consequence, I'm much too far above it all but oh no, that's not true
These wicked take their toll These tyrant vices break soul Deliver me all I am And all I want to be
I you (Oh willow, willow, willow) me not Rewrite this for all to see
And I only write songs to those whom I don't love I only reach for him who's to someone else's glove That which I hold inside, which I admire and I protect and hide is yours
Bend your branches to the and hold me close
Let me with all we knew your sympathy and weep for me Oh, willow, heal the hearts I've Make me and start my song anew
For I only write love songs to those whom I love I only reach for him tied to someone else's glove which I hold inside, which I admire and deride Which I protect and is yours