Like a drunk In an old midnight choir
Like a knight from Some old fashioned book
It was the shape The shape of our love
It's just that I thought a liar
I thought a lover Had to be Some kind of liar too
I swear by all That I have done wrong
I will make it all All up to thee
He was leaning on His wooden crutch
Leonard, you just can't ask For all that much
Hey, why not ask for Just a little bit more?