So if you tell me, tell me, tell me that you love me   One more time... I shall be sick on your guitar   I'm not some delicate piece of art   To be admired from afar      So won't you pull me, pull me, pull me through this speaker   And show me a time... show me the lovers they say own the night   Show me the diamonds you left in the mine   Show me that time is still on my side      CHORUS:   'Cause baby, it's love   In practice, not theory   You may behold me   But why can't you hold me?   'Cause baby, it's love   In practise, not theory   Trapped in a song   But not for too long      And as for that solitary tear that you save   For the end of the week   The one that will make 'em go weak at the knee   When you dedicate it to me   Well it's the one thing that I've never seen   And you say baby, baby, baby      It's that time of the year   The time when your violin and a tear   Will make the rooftop angels appear   They'll give you their sandals   And a harp if you cry in their beer      CHORUS