Well we were kissing. It was secret. We'd had to sneak beyond the kitchen. Both well aware that there'd be trouble. If the manager should find us. You'd got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand.
I just sort of always feel sick without you baby. I ain't got anything to lick without you baby. Nothing really sticks without you baby. Ain't I fallen in love?.
Now I know jealousy. I caught you talking to the real me. Can't tell you how unhappy that shit makes me. If you hear him calling, promise you'll ignore him.
I just sort of always feel sick without you baby. I ain't got anything to lick without you baby. Nothing really sticks without you baby. Ain't I fallen in love?.