High Maintenance
Every time I look at you
Your face seems kinda blue
There’s something in your eyes untrue
I was young and passed on you
Couldnt do life in your shoes
Now I’m older time has got to choose
Now I’m older what have I got to lose
A job a car some friends
A girl whose round the bend
A heartful of love ripe to send
A pint of lager at worlds end
So do I stick or twist
You were the last on the list
But now I’d really love to kiss
The eagle perched upon your lips
So I’ll throw it all away
And live to fight another day
Is it you I’d really like to know
Is it you I really don’t think so