Elastica

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