Sugar Plum - The Monochrome Set

I can tell

By the way you smell

Honey, it isn' t the beer

I can see

Lipstick, who is she

Don' t tell me, babe, I don’t want

To hear

What’s that hair

Doing just there

Honey, it wasn' t the cat

What is this

In your back pocket

Don’t take it out, I don' t want

To see that

Sugar plum, baby face

You’re busting out of your white lace

Sweetie pie, my honeysuckle rose

Your figure’s slipping down to your toes

I’m sorry, but it’s true

I’m me and you’re you

You come home late

Waking the neighbours

Honey, you look like a wreck

You can’t stand straight

There’s a stain on your trousers

That are those marks on the back

Of your neck

Sugar plum, baby face

You’re busting out of your white lace

Sweetie pie, my honeysuckle rose

Your figure’s slipping down to your toes

I’m sorry, but it’s true

I’m me and you’re you

I can hear

The same old excuses

Honey, this is the last straw

I’ve had it all

Black eye and bruises

Don’t love me, babe, I don’t want

No more

I believe

That it’s time for me to leave

Pack up my bags, disappear

So, goodbye, Joe

Your services are no Longer required, I don’t want

You, dear

Sugar plum, baby face

You’re busting out of your white lace

Sweetie pie, my honeysuckle rose

Your figure’s slipping down to your toes

I’m sorry, but it’s true

I’m me and you’re you