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She’s Too Tall Lyrics and music by Marque From the album Pirate of my Soul (2003) She lives a lonely life, that’s full, She’s not happy She’s buying things to feed her soul She’s not happy LOVE IS... Lyrics & music written by Marque From the album Pirate of my soul (2003) Whohowhoyeah These are the hands that hold you every day And every day they feel the same Some people say that’s when you’ve found your way But I don’t think love is... There is a sun that warms you every day Never the same but always pride Summer will go and winter’s on the way And I don’t think love is... Can I hold you, my sugar, and understand Can you show me your secrets, and take my hand Let me love you, my sugar, I’ll be your man You will see me flying, flying, over seas There is a river saving all your tears Tears are the key to every smile Sad is when all you do is hide your feels Cause I don’t think love is... Can I hold you, my sugar, and understand Can you show me your secrets, and take my hand Let me love you, my sugar, I’ll be your man You will see me flying, flying, over seas I don’t need somebody smiling every day I wanna feel this river always, yeah There’s no need for feelings only with a name There’s no always, always, every day Can I, can I Can I hold you, my sugar, and understand Can you show me your secrets, and take my hand Let me love you, my sugar, I’ll be your man You will see me flying, flying, over seas Can I hold you, (can I hold you, yeah) my sugar, and understand (can I understand) Can you show me your secrets, and take my hand Let me love you, my sugar, I’ll be your man You will see me flying, flying, over seas
Of traveling round the world
She’s been just everywhere – so cool
Countries you’ve never heard
She’s trying to find the shoe that fits
But all she got is hurt
Pain – pain, pain – pain
Not at all
She’s too tall
Men are nasty
If they’re small
They don’t call
Money she has enough
She’s got a heart that’s made of gold
But life can be so rough
Her body seems to have no chance
To find the love she needs
No – no, no - no
Not at all
She’s too tall
Men are nasty
If they’re small
They don’t call