At Your Leisure Lyrics

Sarah Mary Chadwick At Your Leisure

You drag my clothes off
I 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
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
If it is, is that wrong
I didn't want to find love
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
You have terrible taste
And our love's such a waste
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