Stutter

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

Nothin' we can't keep between the sheets

Tell me you're mine, love

And I will not wait for other bedtime treats

Is there somethin' you lack, when I'm flat on my back?

Is there somethin' that I can do for you?

It's always somethin' you hate, or it's somethin' 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, whoa

Don't feed me a line, boy

I can't hear that voice you use upon the phone

And there's no need to be coy

That is somethin' you can do up on your own

Well, it isn't a problem

Nothin' 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 somethin' you lack, when I'm flat on my back?

Is there somethin' that I can do for you?

It's always somethin' you hate, or it's somethin' 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, whoa

I really want you to

Whoa, oh, whoa

I really want you to

Whoa, oh, whoa