Lyrics:

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?
Whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh!
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
Snd is she really great
Is it just that i'm 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!