Oh I Swear

Oh, I swear and I swear and I swear

But my heart’s not in it

I can deadpan as dead as I can

But my heart’s not in it

What little of yours, what little of mine

And we’ll get by

Like jailbirds locked in a cell

We go well together

Like a marriage arranged in hell

We go well together

Cruel poverty is the tie that binds

And we’ll get by

Can’t run in a dead end street

Can’t run in a dead end street

No wings upon your feet

All your dreams are shackled to the ground

Can’t run in a dead end street

Can’t run in a dead end street

No wings upon your feet

And all your dreams are shackled to the ground

And it couldn’t be love

And it couldn’t be love

Oh it couldn’t be love

Oh it couldn’t be love

What little of yours, what little of mine

And we’ll get by