I was hoping
that you had an atlas in your head
So fed up of
the same old man
There’s broken bedrooms
and there are broken hands
Are ypou so fed up of
the same old broken man
Do you wanna
Do you wanna
Do you wanna make love to me
I know you wanna
I know you wanna
I know you wanna make love to me
I came to tell you
that you’re my favourite girl
and would you like it if
I put you into my world
There’s broken hearts in basements
And broken love on the streets
Are you so fed up with it always involving me
Do you wanna
Do you wanna
Do you wanna make love to me
I know you wanna
I know you wanna
I know you wanna make love to me
