Play me old king cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.

And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.

Play me my song.
Here [bad word] again.
Play me my song.
Here [bad word] again.

Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.

Play me my song.
Here [bad word] again.
Play me my song.
Here [bad word] again.

Old king cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
So he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

But the clock, tick-tock,
On the mantlepiece -
And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch,
Her warmth...

Shes a lady, she's got time,
 [bad word] back your hair, and let me get to know your face.
Shes a lady, she is mine.
 [bad word] back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.

Ive been waiting here for so long
And all this time has passed me by
It doesnt't't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say.
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Touch me now, now, now, now, now...