Porcelain - Beverley Craven, Judie Tzuke, 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…

Oh, isn’t it enough what I’m giving to you, baby?

Oh, isn’t it enough that your kisses drive me crazy?

Oh, isn’t it enough, isn’t it enough?

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

Oh, isn’t it enough what I’m giving to you, baby?

Oh, isn’t it enough that your kisses drive me crazy?

Oh, isn’t it enough, isn’t it enough?

Porcelain, porcelain

You treat my skin like porcelain…

In the big, big scheme of things

Beyond the rare and special porcelain

Beyond the joy, joy and the dis-at-ease

Well there’s a place for me…

Porcelain, porcelain…

Sometimes I think I should say 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

Oh, isn’t it enough what I’m giving to you, baby?

Oh, isn’t it enough that your kisses drive me crazy?

Oh, isn’t it enough that I’m checking for you, baby?

Oh, isn’t it enough that your kisses drive me crazy?

Oh, isn’t it enough, isn’t it enough?

Isn’t it enough?

Isn’t it enough?