Lip Service - Róisín Murphy

Word.

Haven’t you heard?

I told the world you’re a perfect gentleman

It shows, and everyone knows, but I suppose I could shout it out again

Can’t stop bigging you up, telling the world that you’re my world,

you are my king

Sure, I want you to know that I love you so, cause it’s like everyone knows but

you

And no, it won’t take too long 'fore I write a song, I dedicate it to boo-boo

And I’ll mention again that you’re a swell, hell of a guy, so strong and true

These lips are in your service

It’s sooner than you deserve

I will spend a lifetime on it

Never find the word to say it

I hope I don’t embarrass you

Sharing the special things you do

But if I don’t, I’ll burst with joy

Never be known to be coy

If I said it once, it’s been a million times

You are the object of my lip service

My homage to you

How can I explain, what can I say, and somehow not go all the way?

If you don’t know by now that you hold the power, then you will sometime today

Look, you don’t seem to know, I’m making a show of myself to make a point

Fine, it’s all in that, when I get the talk I write endless lines about you

Then I still understand, try to explain all of the things I vaguely knew

I keep bigging you up, and I won’t give up until you understand it’s true

I see everyone now, but my little boy is just a phowah

Glazing over

They heard it all before

My lips are in your service for now