Harvard Hands

Let me have your autograph, We'll leave at the 2nd half
 I know all the things you've heard, a foot-fault on the 2nd serve
 Let me see your saddest face, I'll write it down in lowercase
 I know all the things you do, but darling know my aim is true
 I fall to pieces
 Why can't you see this?
 Let me see your Harvard hands, A Morse code I can understand
 My heart is breaking under weight, So serve it on a paper plate
 Baby I can end this fight, A cup of tea will make it right
 I played it on a broken string, A note that I could never sing
 I fall to pieces
 Why can't you see this?
 All that completes us
 Is our love and Jesus
 Let me pass on 2nd down, a Sunday game with friends in town
 We'll run to Walmart late at night,
 I'll kiss you underneath the lights
 The spring is when this firm recruits, I'll polish off my navy suit
 I can set your pulse to rest, I love you though I'm 2nd best