Leaving Home
I've got a different girl in every town.
Oh
but there must be somebody telling lies
And spreading rumours
spreading rumours all around.
Because my only joy is a cuddly toy
Waiting for me when I get home.
And what I need is a girl like you to call my very own.
So you've got to feel for me
baby
- feel for me
baby -
Yeah
you've got to feel for me
baby
- feel for me
baby -
Yeah
you've got to feel for me
baby
- feel for me
baby -
Oh
gimme some love.
Well
I
Trendy Winds
the story of my life, well let's just say it's a fork and a knife
there is one thing on my mind, one thing all the time, I got to fill my mouth
got no favorite meal, I say every meal is clean if it fills me up for real
my belly's big and it's just a start, my appetite is my heart
and when I had enough I just throw up and laugh
this time, it's not a cow, it's kind of personnal, can't explain to you why
this time, it's not a cow, so mr. PC are you ready to bow
Breakfast in bed, the bed's in the kitchen so it's easy to be fed
and when I'm fed, yes, when I'm fed, I go right back to bed
food and sleepwatch, the thing should keep me from having too much
sometimes it feels that I could kill for desert
the story of my life, a big fork and the sharpest knife
I guess this solid bridge leads me on to the nearest fridge
not a pig, sheep, chicken, moose, duck, snake, horse or a frog