Take it or leave it
 

 
Tekst: M. Sadler
Musik: M. Sadler, J. Crichton
Album: Images at twilight
År: 1979
 


Once again he lays his pen down
And rubs his tired eyes
A few small words are all he needs
To help him win the prize
Sometimes he finds it so damn hard
There’s so many different ways
To say exactly what he means
Within a simple phrase

Take it or leave it
You’re going to have to read between the lines
Take it or leave it
It’s got to come out different every time
Take it or leave it
You’re going to have to read between the lines
Take it or leave it
It’s got to come out different every time

Taking time with every line
Being careful not to stray
It’s easy to interpret this
A hundred different ways
Sometimes he finds it so damn hard
To be more clever than before
Yet knowing how to satisfy
He leaves you wanting more

Take it or leave it
You’re going to have to read between the lines
Take it or leave it
It’s got to come out different every time
Take it or leave it
You’re going to have to read between the lines
Take it or leave it
It’s got to come out different every time

Take it or leave it
You’re going to have to read between the lines
Take it or leave it
It’s got to come out different every time
Take it or leave it
You’re going to have to read between the lines
Take it or leave it
It’s got to come out different every time