Well I'd like to take you homenThen I'd, I would put you to sleepnBut there's no way that's gonna happennThere's no way I'll ever get a chancenYour just too good for menOr that's just the way you make it seemnYou won't talk to me anymorenUnless its for your conveniencenAnd I don't like the sound of thatnI don't want to seem like a ratnThere's nothing bad in liking younBut there's worse in caring about the way you feelnI don't know younAnymore anymorenI can sit no morenMy hands are all delayednIts turning green today, nonHaven't you given me anything?