You're simpatico

And of all the lifts home

and all the mixed feelings

You're cuts above

And you don't own worries

or a chest full of heartache

And yes, I know

That I'll never work out exactly

how you're thinking

But, let me know when I'm needed home

And I'll come

You can leather me with your lips

I've gotta give it to you

You give me problems

When you are not in the mood

I've gotta give it to you

You give me problems

And made me give in to you

Our dealer hates me you know

Cause he used to see her but she sold

Him off on down the river

It's impractical

To go out and catch a death

with a dress fit for the summer

So you don't

Instead he call me up

with a head full of filth

And yes, I know

That I'll never acquiesce anything

you're thinking

But, let me know when I'm needed home

And I'll come

You can leather me with your lips

I've gotta give it to you

You give me problems

When you are not in the mood

I've gotta give it to you

You give me problems

And made me give in to you

Our dealer hates me you know

Cause he used to see her but she sold

Him off on down the river