Sheryl Crow - Live with Me lyrics
[Sheryl Crow - Live with Me lyrics]
I got nasty habit's i take tea at three
Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner
It must be hung up for a week
My best friend, he shoots water rats
And feeds them to his geese
Don't you think there’s a place for you
In between the sheets?
Come on now, honey
We can build a home for three
Come on now, honey
Don't you wanna live with me?
And there's a score of harebrained children
They’re all locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads, thеy got dirty necks
They're so twеntieth century
Well, they queue up for the bathroom
'Round about seven thirty-five
Don't you think we need a woman's touch
To make it come alive?
You'd look good pram-pushing
Down the high street come on now, honey
Don't you wanna live with me?
Whoa, the servants they're so helpful, dear
The cook she is a whore
Yeah, the butler has a place for her
Behind the pantry door
The maid, she’s French, she’s got no sense
She's wild for Crazy Horse
And when she strips, the chauffeur flips
The footman’s eyes get crossed
Don't you think there's a place for us
Right across the street?
Don't you think there’s a place for you
In between the sheets?
Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner
It must be hung up for a week
My best friend, he shoots water rats
And feeds them to his geese
Don't you think there’s a place for you
In between the sheets?
Come on now, honey
We can build a home for three
Come on now, honey
Don't you wanna live with me?
And there's a score of harebrained children
They’re all locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads, thеy got dirty necks
They're so twеntieth century
Well, they queue up for the bathroom
'Round about seven thirty-five
Don't you think we need a woman's touch
To make it come alive?
You'd look good pram-pushing
Down the high street come on now, honey
Don't you wanna live with me?
Whoa, the servants they're so helpful, dear
The cook she is a whore
Yeah, the butler has a place for her
Behind the pantry door
The maid, she’s French, she’s got no sense
She's wild for Crazy Horse
And when she strips, the chauffeur flips
The footman’s eyes get crossed
Don't you think there's a place for us
Right across the street?
Don't you think there’s a place for you
In between the sheets?