Professional Attire

Oh

Are you in it to win it, babe
Or is your heart a little shyer
I got a letter from a friend
On the mend in the end
From the embers of my fire

I feel you starting to reject the weight
Of your professional attire
I wanna strip you to the bone
All alone, back at home
In the seat of my desire

And when you're there in my arms
We're the glory of sunrise
Free as the moonlight
And full as an order of home fries
And I look deep in your eyes, searching
For some way to hold them
We hit our peak, now it's bleak
As the moment you rolled them

Ain't there a way you can prevent it, babe
'Fore you go staring into space
I got a message from your mom
Been so long, something's wrong
I can read it on his face

In spite of all that you repented, babe
Who you invented took your place
Gasping for air
Drowned in despair
Distant and pissed in disgrace

But with that song on your lips
I was born to exist as your lover
Solely for you
And no other significant other
If I stand tall at your side
Pledging that I love you only
Why do my words
Feel so damn indescribably lonely

And to the beat of your heat
I'm determined to love you forever
Every endeavor
An effort to never surrender
And here I swear to the end
To defend you from every hater
This is how Job passed the test
Weather the tempest to know you are blessed
Baby, I'll live with the rest
If I get you back later



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Berman
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