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February 26, 2010, 5:57 pm
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 Baby, you’ve got the sort of hands to rip me apart
And baby, you’ve got the sort of face to start this old heart…

Baby, you’ve got the sort of laugh that waters me
And makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens me…

Baby, you’ve got the sort of eyes that tell me tales
That your sort of mouth just will not say, the truth impales…


My loves too big for you, my love.

Know who sings that? Anyone? No? Ok, I’ll tell you, it’s Ingrid Michaelson. It’s a beautiful song and it’s one of the songs on Luke’s playlist. Give it a listen 🙂

 

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