Lyrics: Chris Thompson
Music: Chris Thompson
Lend me some shoes
I'll be on above head
Lend me some shoes
I'll be on above head
I'm broke, I'm hungry
Baby can I share your bed
No one would know about it
Till I'm good and dead
Back in the city
It hit me so hard I could scream
Everyone ill at ease
Over some kind of dream
Ruth is busy bending
The great grandson of Mr Clean
The ladies are waiting
Waiting so hard to be seen
Everyone living like
Living was going out of style
I mind my business, after a while I smile
I know what love is
I've come many a mile
But how can I tell you my truth
Chelsea Star
You know what I'm talking about
I'm talking about you and me
This is no "sing song"
It's over the buds and beasts
I've heard about elaborate coships
But with you sitting here on my knee
Wasting time just doesn't appeal to me