If you want love
Well that is fine
But you want blood
And you're sucking mine
And if you try to leave I'll be sad
But everything you do drives me mad
Coz you want more
Than I'm prepared to yield
My head is sore
With complaints I field
And if you try to leave I'll be sad
But everything you do drives me mad
Stop fighting me
I think it's time you started delighting me
Stop fighting me
You better start treating me right