Poor Love
Lyrics: John C. Barry
Pour love on me baby and set me free
Break the chains that are binding me
Break the bonds of this in' sanity
This poor love, poor love, poor love
Poor love goes down as easy as cherry wine
After taste of pure turpentine
Fills up a corner of this heart of mine
With poor love, poor love
It's a thistle and it's a rose
It's a king without his clothes
It's a white line stretching down a road
It's a treasure and it's a crime
It's a fortress and a shrine
It's a poem that never ever rhymes
Pour love on me baby and let me be
You and me and us are three
Bound together for eternity
With poor love , poor love, poor love
Poor love goes down as easy as cherry wine
After taste of pure turpentine
Fills up a corner of this heart of mine
With poor love, poor love
It's a thistle and it's a rose
It's a king without his clothes
It's a white line stretching down a road
It's a treasure and it's a crime
It's a fortress and a shrine
It's a poem that never ever rhymes
It's a treasure and it's a crime
It's a fortress and a shrine
It's a poem that never ever rymnes
It's a poem that never ever rymnes