Kathleen

You're simpatico And of all the lift homes and all the mixed feelings You're cuts above And you don't own worries or a chest full of heartache 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'd 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 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 you call me up with a head full of filth Yes, I know I'll never acquiesce anything you're thinking But let me know when I'm needed home And I'd 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 He used to see her but she sold Him off on down the river