Willow, for me Bow your tree to the infamous hands Of someone no one
I'm not unique in It's on none but my mistake At I lie awake Thinking of all the hearts I'd break
It's cruel I know, at least they me so Well, someone me up And away the key I'm not ashamed, oh no , oh, willow
That I write love songs to those whom I don't love I only reach for him who's tied to someone glove That which I hold inside, which I and deride Which I protect and is yours
Willow, for me, don't think I don't see life I'm living in two but still it's something I must do I'm not in this, nor am I special, sweet or kind I court a thousand smiles, yet I my own to hide behind
It's I know, at least they tell me so Well lock me up And away the key Because I'm not ashamed, oh no, oh,
That I only write love songs to those whom I don't I only reach for him tied to someone else's glove That I hold inside, which I admire and deride Which I protect and is yours
Slander and dissension, parlor games to me Papers overrun lies too mad to mention You say never hurt you, mo consequence, I'm happy much too far above it all but oh no, that's not true
These wicked pastimes their toll These tyrant vices break your Deliver me all I am And all I never to be
I you (Oh willow, willow, willow) me not Rewrite this for all to see
And I only love songs to those whom I don't love I only for him who's tied to someone else's glove which I hold inside, which I admire and deride Which I protect and hide is
your branches to the ground and hold me close
Let me with all we knew your sympathy and weep for me Oh, willow, heal the I've broken me pure and start my song anew
For I only write love songs to those I don't love I reach for him who's tied to someone else's glove That which I hold inside, which I admire and Which I and hide is yours