Baby, hands in your lap
You touch your wounds so much they'll never heal
I fear you'll turn your back
On just the kind of love you really need

It's just the kind
It's just the kind you need to feel

Baby, I love your laugh
And everything you say is dire and dear
But "Cut the [bad word]  you're still alive"
It's just the kind of thing you really need

It's just the kind
It's just the kind
It's just the kind you need to hear