I know that I don't love you But I tell you that I do But I only buy you flowers If I want anything from you You say that if you'll leave me It will
You know you're a cute little heart-breaker You know you're a sweet little love-maker I want to take you home I won't do you no harm You've got to be
Begging me to stay But I'm laughing in your face You're so desperate Not to let those years of care All go to waste But it was you Who wanted love, not
I want to be old And creek by the fire I want to smell of rotting wood It's all I desire I want my joints to seize up I want my legs to ache I want my
Spit out the shout of a warning Death is an honour with doubts So you live in the end And you mistrust the start Because you don't think it counts But