Oh Mrs. Thompson,
won't you open your legs again?
I miss those times when we would bump and fight
But then make love
And oh, sweet Delilah,
how sweet you did sit upon my brow
Now I'm just a crime upon this city
So watch me wriggle all for my life
If a thousand men couldn't put me back together again,
who am I?
Sweet Mrs. Thompson,
don't you see how you cut straight through me?
Oh, I miss those days when
we
would sit
down
by the water side
I'd hide,
but then I'm just a crime upon this city
So watch me wriggle all for my life For if a
thousand men
couldn't put me back
together again, who
am I?