Lewis Furey

all the boys lined up at your door
can't believe I'm coming round for more
waitin' waitin' waitin' on you
waitin' waitin' little else I can do
waiting on you
lots of other girls look very sweet
but your my only one, my only conceit

waitin' waitin' waitin' on you
waitin' waitin' little else I can do
waiting on you

your new bionics seem to wipe out my virility
your social theatrics have become a liability
your bedroom antics really try my versatility
all in all you're just a big responsibility
like a dog snarling over his bone
I want everyone to leave you alone

waitin' waitin' waitin' on you
waitin' waitin' little else I can do
waiting on you

I'm so suspicious
our relationship's competitive
you're acting vicious, think I need another seditive
we're so ambitious that the story is repetitive
what's so religious, honey, is it the head you give
nothing stops me coming round for more
I'm just another little boy at your door

waitin' waitin' waitin' on you
waitin' waitin' little else I can do
waiting on you