Lyrics:

All I ever get from you is breakfast, dinner, and tea
Served with all the love that you possess
So tomorrow I'll be off with nothing left in me
Bar, a helping of your tenderness
People said before we met, how good you could be
Especially at, well, that they just didn't say
So I let my imagination get the better of me
Not thinking I would regret that very day
Now I'm mixed up with a girl
Who believe me cooks like a pro, but outside of that
It's no good at what she should be loving me


Now I'm mixed up with a girl
Who believe me cooks like a pro, but outside of that
It's no good at what she should be
All I ever get from you is breakfast, dinner, and tea
Served with all the love that you possess
So tomorrow I'll be off with nothing left in me
Bar, a helping of your tenderness
All I ever get from you is breakfast, dinner, and tea
Breakfast, dinner, and tea