I could be six feet under
I could be stone dead cold
Hanginm hungry for affection
Howlint you get it inside your head
All I want is you
All yous any room
For somebody else
Come on
Donll be home
Train roll into the station
In the middle of the night
Me and my suitcase waiting
But yous such a bummer
Knock-knockint take it no more
Why donm thinkin else but you and me