Заика (перевод [bad word] из Новосибирска)

No need to whine, boy
Like a windup toy you stutter at my feet
And it's never the time, boy
You've had too much wine to stumble up my street

Well, it's isn't a problem
Nothing we can't keep between the sheets
Tell me you're mine, love
And I will not wait for other bedtime treats

Is it something you lack when I'm flat on my back? 
Is it something that I can do for you?
It's always something you hate 
or it's something you ate
Tell me is it the way that I touch you?

Have you found a new mate and is she really great
Is it just that I'm much too much for you?

Don't feed me a line, boy
I can hear that voice you use upon the phone
And there's no need to be coy
That is something you can do upon your own

Well, it isn't a problem
Nothing we can't solve so just relax
I on the wrong train love
And will I have to tie you to the tracks

Is it something you lack when I'm flat on my back
Is it something that I can do for you?
It's always something you hate or it's something you ate
Tell me is it the way that I touch you?

Have you found a new mate and is she really great
Is it just that I'm much too much for you?

I really want you to
I really want you to