Not need to whine boy
Like a wind-up toy
You stutter at my feet
And it's never the time, boy
You've had too much wine
To stumble up my street
Well it isn't a problem
Nothing we can't keep between the sheets
Tell me your mine, love
And I will not wait for other bed-time treats
Is there something you lack when I'm flat on my back
Is there something that I can do for you
It's always something you ate or it's something you hate
Tell me is it the way that I touch you
Have you found a new mate
And is she really great
Is it just that I'm much too much for you
Don't feed me a line, boy
I can hear that voice you use upon the phone
And there's no heed to be coy
That is something you can do upon your own
Well it isn't a problem, nothing we can't solve so relax
Am I on the wrong train, love
And will I have to tie you to the tracks
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