The Austerity Of Love - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

Got my wow, got my cor

And he’s waiting at the door for me

Making things secure for me

When I return

Got my needs, got my love

And it fits me like a glove

And it’s dripping from above

Like a candle, it burns

Old brown bear and honey bee

Pass me by and wink at me

Realise that what I got

Is too much for one honey pot

Sugar is the centre of the honeycomb

Sweeter still, the heart that actually owns my own

Got my schmaltz, got my cheese

Got me down on my knees

Got me begging you please

The obesity of love

The propensity (of love)

The depravity (of love)

The austerity (of love)

Of love…

Got my saccharin, my sweet

And it’s next to me on seat

And everything I eat seems to

Taste so damn sour

Got my praise, got my prayer

And it’s getting everywhere

Like your god isn’t there for me

Just this higher power

Old March hare and kangaroo

Tip their hats and 'How'd you do?'

Recognise it in my stride

Love is skipping by my side

Pitcher plant and Venus trap

Give me five and slap my back

They can tell just from my smile

I’ll be staying for a while