So if you tell me, tell me, tell me that you love menOne more time... I shall be sick on your guitarnI'm not some delicate piece of artnTo be admired from afarnnSo won't you pull me, pull me, pull me through this speakernAnd show me a time... show me the lovers they say own the nightnShow me the diamonds you left in the minenShow me that time is still on my sidennCHORUS:n'Cause baby, it's lovenIn practice, not theorynYou may behold menBut why can't you hold me?n'Cause baby, it's lovenIn practise, not theorynTrapped in a songnBut not for too longnnAnd as for that solitary tear that you savenFor the end of the weeknThe one that will make 'em go weak at the kneenWhen you dedicate it to menWell it's the one thing that I've never seennAnd you say baby, baby, babynnIt's that time of the yearnThe time when your violin and a tearnWill make the rooftop angels appearnThey'll give you their sandalsnAnd a harp if you cry in their beernnCHORUS