The Mighty King of Love
Phil Lee – Round Hill Works, Sony/ATV BMI
You called me the King of Love
Don’t I wish I were
I wouldn’t even call myself a gifted amateur
I am the king of nothing
I’m mostly skin and bone
And of all the broken hearts I broke
I mostly broke my own
So you don’t have to tell me
I know where it hurts
I myself have been abused you see,
tortured by experts
But you like them simple answers,
well those there are none of
I know you expected better than that
from the Mighty King of Love
Your true blue boy with his big brown eyes
he treats you pretty well, I know if he asked you to
you’d follow him through Hell
You followed him down Lead Mine Road
even that old crooked trail
I believe if they arrested him
you would do his time in jail
But you don’t have to tell me
I know why you’re here
So much about you baffles me,
this does not, it’s clear
You like hearing him crying
Knowing he’s spying
from a window up above
Are there no surprises left
for the Mighty King of Love?
You said I was the Prince of Thieves
That I stole the heart from you
Somebody here is dreaming
That somebody might be you
For you know I’m not that slippery baby
nor am I that strong
I’d like to say how right you are
but I cannot, you’re wrong
You’re never gonna hear me say
what you already know to be true
I don’t even try no more to not keep loving you
I’ll just put you to the old back burner
and think about other stuff
That shouldn’t be so difficult
for the Mighty King of Love
