I'm a poor excuse for a man, with you Forgotten the plan Can't go on, in love with you Is there life on mars All those candy bars Just make me ill, don't fulfil I'd like to be you Can you hold my hand It's in the pan, next to your nightie's My hearts in my mouth, I'd like to go South Except on Friday's Is there life next door I can't tell no more Maybe they're dead, in bed Or in your heart dear Can you hold my hand It's in the pan, next to your nightie's My hearts in my mouth, I'd like to go South Except on Friday's Is there life next door I can't tell no more (Just make me ill, don't fulfil) Maybe they're dead, in bed (I'd like to heart you) I'd like to be you