Kathleen

You're simpatico And of all the lift homes And all the mixed feelings You're Cuts above And you don't own worries or a chest full of heartache Yes I know That I'll never work out exactly how you're thinking But let me know When I'm needed home & I'd come You can leather me with your lips I've gotta give it to you You give me problems When you're not in the mood I've gotta give it to you You give me problems When you're not in the mood Her dealer hates me you know He used to see her but she sold Him off on down the river It's impractical To go out & catch a death with a dress fit for the summer So she don't Instead she calls me up with a head full of filth Yes I know that I'll never acquiesce anything you're thinking But let me knew When I'm needed home & I'd come You can leather me with your lips I've gotta give it to you You give me problems When you're not in the mood I've gotta give it to you You give me problems When you're not in the mood Her dealer hates me you know He used to see her but she sold Him off on down the river