oh, he treats me with respect, he says he love me all the time, he calls me fifteen time a day, he likes to make sure that i'm fine. you know i've never met a man whose made me feel quite so secure. he's not like all them other boys, they're so dumb and inmature. there's just one thing that's getting in the way; when we go up to bed you're just not good, it's such a shame! i look into your eyes, i want to get to know you, and then you make this noise, apparently it's all over. it's not fair, and i thin you really mean, i think you really mean, i think you really mean. oh, you suppose to care that you never make me scream, you never make me scream. oh i lie here in the wet patch, in the middle of the bed, i'm feeling pretty damn hard done by, i spent ages giving head. then i remember all the nice things that you ever said to me, maybe i'm just over-reacting, maybe you're the one for me.