Cold Turkey

Yo babe, open the door man I'm downstairs Na man I'm only joking I'm at home in my bed Whith a phone on my head I got a cold and a blocked nose That's why I might sound like O to the Z I miss you a whole heap That must be the reason I can't go sleep Can you imagine what it's gonna be like when I'm touring I would come and stay but I got stuff to do in the morning Still, I wanna say I got the world at my feet But sometimes I feel like my life is complete All I need is my brothers, my sisters, my dad and mum Money, music, you and a asthma pump You need to know that I love you And there ain't another girl that I would ever put above you But you never answer your phone And you know I don't like leaving messages after the tone Wagwan, wagwan it's me You alright, I been thinking about you all night What's good, how you been? I keep trying to phone and keep getting your answer machine I just wanna kiss you Two minutes after I leave you I miss you I need to hug you My credits gonna run out, I phone you tomorrow I love you, see you later Yo babe, try and get a week off work I wanna take you on holiday You don't need to worry about the money cause I'm gonna pay So let me know if that's long for you I been sitting in my room all day I wrote a song for you You know exactly who the song's for When I say apple juice, prawn toast, cinnnamon, bagels, couscous and red wine And petty arguments at bed time The funny thing is we wake up Look at each other, laugh, kiss and make up Then we get ready to go out and eat breakfast and have another argument when I see you wear makeup You need to know that I love you And there ain't another girl that I would ever put above you But you never answer your phone And you know I don't like leaving messages after the tone What's going on I hope you never forgot to take your micro ...? on I wanna take you out for dinner later So make sure you wear the white jacket with the pink lines on Or the black dress Cause when you wear it you look like an actress But I think you look even better on the mattress With the dress on the floor, no underwear, bottle of champers Me and you head to head, skin to skin, body to body You know thing to thing The way you move your hips says everything You ain't got to talk, not even move your lips You need to know that I love you And there ain't another girl that I would ever put above you But you never answer your phone And you know I don't like leaving messages after the tone