Outta Shape - Emilie Mover

And in the night

When the black curtain falls

And all the lights are down low

Could you begin to love another?

If I go into the light

When the black curtain rises

And I know we have said our last goodbye

Could you learn to love another if I go?

And in the days coming on

Could I trust you to be strong

And understand that no one ever really knows?

Or would you be mad at me

And never hold my hand when I was weak

Even though my love was true?

You know that my love is always true

Love is a foolish game

That no one should play

I’ll say it now

And many times before

That lots of different types of lovers

Will come knocking at your door

But in the end, they are your friends

Nothing less and nothing more

And so there’s no use getting all bent out of shape

No, there’s no use in bending out of shape