Let me have your autograph, We’ll leave at the 2nd half      I know all the things you’ve heard, a foot-fault on the 2nd serve      Let me see your saddest face, I’ll write it down in lowercase      I know all the things you do, but darling know my aim is true      I fall to pieces   Why can’t you see this?          Let me see your Harvard hands, A morse code I can understand      My heart is breaking under weight, So serve it on a paper plate      Baby I can end this fight, A cup of tea will make it right      I played it on a broken string, A note that I could never sing          I fall to pieces       Why can’t you see this?      All that completes us      Is our love and Jesus          Let me pass on 2nd down, a Sunday game with friends in town      We’ll run to Wal-mart late at night, I’ll kiss you underneath the lights      The spring is when this firm recruits, I’ll polish off my navy suit      I can set your pulse to rest, I love you though I’m 2nd best