At Your Leisure Songtext
von Sarah Mary Chadwick

You drag my clothes off
I′ll give you head parked at the lights
I tell a select few dozen friends
Hear from your wife

But it's always at your leisure
And my enjoyment, I can′t measure

Your mouth's made for me
My body fits into your hands
Avoid the talking
Don't expect you to understand

You are a holiday
I am a waterslide
I′ll never wash your clothes
You′ll never be my guy


Is it all for this song?
And if it is, is that wrong?
I didn't want to find love
And now it′s burnt on my heart

You're a classic, you′re a clown
I'm a depressive, always down
Never sober, I′ve decided
The way you treat me's uninvited

And you have terrible taste
And our love's such a waste
And I′ll quit one of these days
But not till my tears go away

Call me when you want a ride
Call me when you want a wine
Call me when you have the time
But you′ll never call me mine