Back (In Y’r Love)

When the wind is crawling in At your basement floor And the rats are runnin' 'round, tryin' to get underneath there In your chamber door Hey, child, when I smell the stench of your sweat-stained tee And when I see this French chick, you know, lickin' my speed, man When the snow is wettin' My old wooden chair And the claps are runnin' 'round, pattin' me In my pubic hair All my old solicitors come around and only have needles for a pay And all my brand-new visitors only have spoons to give away, now To give away I said, "All my precious pleasures, honey, you took away with all your charms" And all my solitary treasures, now I'm in a strainer of my arm I said, "Damn this cruel december" I said any hiddeous thing I can think of You know, it never ever seems enough I'm makin' friends with your daddy, friends with your dog Just to get you, honey, to let me in Just to get you, mom, to let me in I said, "I make friends with your daddy and your dog" Just to get you to let me in, child Just to get you, well... Cha, cha Ooh, anything I can think of, mom It never ever seems enough I make friends with your daddy I make friends with your dog Just to get you, honey, to let me get back in y'r love Just to get you, child, you know, to let me, now Back in y'r love Back in y'r love Back in y'r love Back in y'r love Back in y'r love