M a y b e w o r d s

Why bother to pray
Why bother listen to what wise men say
Why bother wait to open gifts until christmas day
Why bother feeling sorry for aunt May
Why bother ordering a new car, If you can’t pay
Why bother begging Her to stay
She’s gonna leave you anyway

What they say is cliché
But if I may, can I say?
Can you stay, instead of walk away?
My hearts the hunter and you’re the prey
Bed, in bed we lay and yes I pray
My arms around you while your shaping clay
The law of love we should obey
If only you stay
Want to warm my hands in your pocket
Fly to the moon in a love rocket
Cliché from my heart