Mott The Hoople

(ian hunter/mick ralphs/overend watts)
Hi there your friendly neighbourhood sadist want to take you for a ride
Come on tell me bout the nights that I make you cry
Two tiny purple hands crawling out across the floor
All I could hear was a voice give me more more more
My baby call me when she want a tale
My baby call me when she want a tale
My baby call me when she want a tale
She knows its right in her heart I never fail
Shes a sucker
God help the woman whos late for work I get a green light flashing red
Like a superstar [brass town? ] queen whos crown I bled
Now I just ran out of aspirin for an aching head
So I guess Ill have to do it just one more time instead
My baby call me when she want a tale