U2

take these hands they're good for nothing
you know these hands have never worked a day
take these boots they're going nowhere
you know these boots they don't want to stray
you got my head filled with songs
you got my shoelaces undone
take my shirt go on take it off me
you can tear it up
if you can tie me down
DO YOU FEEL LOVED? DO YOU FEEL LOVED?
TAKE THE colours of my imagination
TAKE THE scent hanging in the air
take this tangle of a conversation
and turn it into your own prayer
with my fingers as you want them
with my nails under your hide
with my teeth at your back
and my tongue to tell you the sweetest lies