No need to whine, boy Like a windup 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 Nothing we can't keep between the sheets Tell me you're mine, love And I will not wait for other bedtime treats Is it something you lack When I'm flat on my back? Is it something that I can do for you? It's always someone you hate Or it's something 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? Woah! Don't feed me a line, boy I can hear that voice you use upon the phone And there's no need to be coy That is something you can do upon your own Well, it isn't a problem Nothing 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 it something you lack When I'm flat on my back? Is it something that I can do for you? It's always someone you hate Or it's something 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? Woah! I really want you to Woah! I really want you to Woah!