A single calfskin glove my burning love keeps turning up In the early hours Disrobe so easily to show me she has all I need Within her powers And I don't know myself I put my health on hold for her I let go for her Oh lover, you shouldn't have called Oh lover, you shouldn't have called The slaughter of your friend it need not be some grand event As you see now My childish self-esteem will quietly abandon me Through the back of the house I'm English to a fault Some ancient thought still rules my brain But I can't complain Oh lover, you shouldn't have called Oh lover, you shouldn't have called Oh lover, you shouldn't have called Oh lover, you shouldn't have