I cannot say oh sweetness 
like he could 
and I cannot play a lullaby 
like it should 

Ill give you all night movie marathon 
and a triple expresso so you can stay awake 
it might be late - but 
its never too late for that lovin 
my y babe 

I used to cry but now I have to laugh 
because shes got that torment 
to a fine art 
smart like a foxy 
and craf-ty-as-a-cat 
im looking up 
as im lying on my back 
bite the beast 
if i want a big piece of the pie 
but shes taken the feast 
in the blink of an eye 
I can-not-jus-ti-fy 

whats going on 
- it feels so right 
when it seems so wrong 
like a plot hatched 
in the sweet spot of that trap 
- ask what shes schemes 
she say oh this and that 
then she snaps like a camera 
in black with a flash 
puts the [bad word] in the drama 
the hand in the clap 
shes a map with no bearings 
attached - no 
safety-in-this-match 
fire you cant catch 
then zap I was [bad word] by that 
bolt before dawn 
then by breakfast honey 
we was signed and sworn 

Ill give you all night movie marathon 
and a triple expresso so you can stay awake 
it might be late - but 
its never too late for that lovin 
my y babe 

something always telling me 
save prayers before dawn 
cos what happens when Im with you 
makes me shake my head then smile and yawn 
Im worn out but Im beaming 
and it seems that we are dreamy 
as we head out through that strange old morning door 

This game is no game 
but its played all the same 
and I love it even 
if it makes me deranged 
its like tears in the rain 
burning spears in my brain 
cause me pain sometimes 
make me drained 
but I [bad word] 
- mad the ugly good and bad 
had some happy with my sad 
and some tricks in my bag 
when its [bad word] a muck 
like a bull that just bucked 
when its down its a drag 

and you fight with no partner to tag 
- at times I would dive in the sea 
to escape from the rising 
and crashing malea 
drink tea with a fat fish 
and find a golden key 
then rise to the surface 
and open my baby 
and maybe shed say we are crazy 
the two of us together like melbourne weather 
be like balls in a maze see 
we rolling along in obscurity 
but when we meet in the middle 
say mmm its a treat 

Ill give you all night movie marathon 
and a triple expresso so you can stay awake 
- it might be late but 
its never too late for that lovin 
my y babe 

something always telling me 
save your prayers before dawn 
cos what happens when Im with you 
makes me shake my head then smile and yawn 
Im worn out but Im beaming 
and it seems that we are dreamy 
as we head out through that strange old morning door 

I used to laugh 
but now I have to cry 
because today my baby tell me 
that its time to say goodbye 
ask her why what did I do? 
You and me we were so sly 
then she sigh thats [bad word] 
we were slinky through and through 
but its sad and its set 
I get high then I get depressed 
and I guess when were together 
its that happy kind of stress 
touching left right down 
kiss my finger I reply 
I cant deny you were the best 
and by the best I mean the mess you made 

I must confess I never 
met-a-more y maid 
that smell like me 
so bless your wayward ways 
and loving craze and crazy days 
and things youde say 
and looks you made 
youre not the queen of hearts 
youre the queen of spades 
and youde take my breath away 
any day that way 
so anyway is this the end? 
Is this the fifth act of the play? 
I kissed her then I turned 
and was about to walk away 
when I sense a little tingle 
that begin down from below 
then I hear her with a whisper 
youre the most gullible man I know