Porcelain, Julia Fordham

i am very, very much in like with you
i hope that it's enough cause it's all i can do
cause you treat my skin like porcelain
rare and special porcelain
even though you know i know you know
that this is not the real thing

i read a book like you it says for what it's worth
people only really get what they deserve
and i hear a voice cry out within
relax, enjoy the porcelain
treatment feels like liquid gold
a treasured hand for me to hold

sometimes i think i should i love you too
if words are free, why can't i spare the best for you?
cause you treat my skin like porcelain
rare and special porcelain
even though you know i know you know
i'm cracked from all of this living

isn't it enough what i'm giving to you baby?
isn't it enough that your kisses drive me crazy?
isn't it enough, isn't it enough?