| No need to whine, boy | |
| Like a windup 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's isn't a problem | |
| Nothing we can't keep between the sheets | |
| Tell me you're mine, love | |
| And I will not wait for other bedtime treats | |
| Is it something you lack when I'm flat on my back? | |
| Is it something that I can do for you? | |
| It's always something you hate or it's something you ate | |
| 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 need to be coy | |
| That is something you can do upon your own | |
| Well, it isn't a problem | |
| Nothing we can't solve so just relax | |
| Am I on the wrong train love | |
| And will I have to tie you to the tracks | |
| Is it something you lack when I'm flat on my back | |
| Is it something that I can do for you? | |
| It's always something you hate or it's something you ate | |
| 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? | |
| I really want you to | |
| I really want you to |