You drag my clothes off I'll give you head parked at the lights I tell a select few dozen friends Hear from your wife But it's always at your leisure And my enjoyment, I can't measure Your mouth's made for me My body fits into your hands Avoid the talking Don't expect you to understand You are a holiday I am a waterslide I'll never wash your clothes You'll never be my guy Is it all for this song? And if it is, is that wrong? I didn't want to find love And now it's burnt on my heart You're a classic, you're a clown I'm a depressive, always down Never sober, I've decided The way you treat me's uninvited And you have terrible taste And our love's such a waste And I'll quit one of these days But not till my tears go away Call me when you want a ride Call me when you want a wine Call me when you have the time But you'll never call me mine