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 thinkin'

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 gave 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

And yes, I know

I'll never acquiesce anything you're thinkin'

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