For the Possible Life of One Eleanor Rigby

Shoot me to death with pearls or cut my throat with a diamond; because I’m yours to have but not to hold. But if I tell him I love him, then I’m at his mercy. I just want to know if he could love me. I don’t want a singer to croon this love away, I don’t need a musician to tune all this into another day… Hang me around your neck. I didn’t like it when you touched me that way. But if I tell him I love him, then I’m at his mercy. I just want to know if he could love me.