"3 Left Feet" lyrics

Yeah
Told you my grip was slipping
Is it really?
Yeah

I wish it didn't have to end like this
Met at your wits, a cliff
Told you my grip was slipping
You looked up like, "Is it really?"
Or you want your fist for clenching
Couldn't answer
Stepped on your toes when I first pulled you close
A willing dancer, three left feet

Step in a jilted pattern
And three's a crowd, I was clumsy, you convinced that all that whispered chatter
Would grow the streams and pull our seems out into listless tatter
Lack of expertise became the distant past and didn't matter
I want you back, but I can't give you the years
I can't give back the tears, on tour, can't give you experience
Your womanhood your own, so I can't give you experiments
This lil' introductory love, not the peak of the pyramid
I blush and through my fingers, I first peek at you hearing this
The heat of the mirror make my eyes sprinkle like spearmint
I'm peerless to these fans, but painting peel while you peering in
You the one that understand why I can't feel how they cheer for me
Fasted from love, avoidant when you tried to chase me
I ran faster from love and then chased after you, dumb
I know the wrinkles on your brain just like the back of my thumb
I wanna pick it, but I listen when you tell me we done
Where my persistence?
You knocked the wind out of my sails, where my conditioning?
You counterbalanced out my Libra scales, but now they tip again
I look to my right for the reminder of the mission is
Your spot is the emptiest, hold vigil where you was sittin'

Wish it didn't have to end like this
Met at your wits, a cliff
I told you my grip was slipping
You looked up like, "Is it really?"
Or you want your fist for clenching
Couldn't answer
Stepped on your toes when I first pulled you close
A willing dancer, three left feet

It was your grace
And then no space, we married in the soul space
It couldn't carry on to earth because you just too holy
Me with you just too whole, we compose to decompose, ain't it?
I'ma see you on the path again if I'm supposed, ain't it?
We 'posed to be a no-brainer
How many times I sew Frankenstein up before the torch and the forks?
More your dreams become divorce again
You left me at the same tree you found me before hanging

Wish it didn't have to end like this
Met at your wits, a cliff
Told you my grip was slipping
You looked up like, "Is it really?"
Or you want your fist for clenching
Couldn't answer
Stepped on your toes when I first pulled you close
A willing dancer, three left feet
Yeah, three left feet

Yeah, yeah, but would you still dance with me?
Would you still dance with me?
Yeah, yeah, would you still dance with me?
Yeah, yeah, would you still dance with me?
Yeah, yeah, would you still dance with me?
Yeah, yeah, would you still dance? Dance
Would you still dance with me?
Yeah, would you still dance with me?
Would you still dance with me?
Would you still dance?