no 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 you´re mine, love,
and i will not wait for other bedtime 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?
oh, oh oh, ouah oh ah

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 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 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?
oh, oh oh, ouah oh ah
i really want you to
oh, oh oh, ouah oh ah
i really want you to
oh, oh oh, ouah oh ah