it's been a long since coming
Cause she's been away
She's got a moist box, it's golden and
Should be on my face
I Can't Taste It, I Can't Taste It,
And I wait patiently
For her to say what she needs for the time being she needs me
It was sunny, on the Monday morning
That I met you
Such a dusty road blowing
Until the dust settles through
I Can't Taste It, I Can't Taste It
And I wait patiently
For her to say what she needs
For the time being she needs me
I'm a little bit lazy
I'm a little bit crude
I'm down on my knees
As she's beginning to bleed
Yeh I'm down on my knees
Just down on my knees
And she's beginning to bleed
And I'm down on my knees
