No need to whine, boy
Like a windup toy
You stutter at my feet

And its never the time, boy
Youve had too much wine to
Stumble up my street

Well its isnt a problem
Nothing we cant keep between the sheets
Tell me youre mine, love
And I will not wait for other bedtime treats

Is it something you lack
When im flat on my back
Is it something that i can do for you?
Its always something you hate
Or its 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 Im much too much for you?

Whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh

Dont feed me a line, boy
I can hear that voice you use upon the phone
And theres no need to be coy
That is something you can do upon your own
Well it isnt a problem
Nothing we cant 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 im flat on my back
Is it something that i can do for you?
Its always something you hate
Or its something you ate
Tell me is it the way that I touch you?
Have you found a new mate
Snd is she really great
Is it just that im much too much for you?

Uh-uh-oh-whoa-oh-ah

I really want you to whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-ah
I really want you to whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-ahhhh