If I'd only had one arm to hold youBetter yet, if I had none at allThen I wouldn't have two arms that ache for youAnd there'd be one less memory to recallIf I'd only had one ear to listenTo the lies that you told to meThen I'd more closely resembleThe half a man that you've made of meIf I'd only had one leg to stand onThen a much, a much truer picture you'd seeFor then I'd more closely resembleThe half a man that you've made of me
