Sugar Plum

I can tell By the way you smell Honey, it isn' t the beer I can see Lipstick, who is she Don' t tell me, babe, I don't want To hear What's that hair Doing just there Honey, it wasn' t the cat What is this In your back pocket Don't take it out, I don' t want To see that Sugar plum, baby face You're busting out of your white lace Sweetie pie, my honeysuckle rose Your figure's slipping down to your toes I'm sorry, but it's true I'm me and you're you You come home late Waking the neighbours Honey, you look like a wreck You can't stand straight There's a stain on your trousers That are those marks on the back Of your neck Sugar plum, baby face You're busting out of your white lace Sweetie pie, my honeysuckle rose Your figure's slipping down to your toes I'm sorry, but it's true I'm me and you're you I can hear The same old excuses Honey, this is the last straw I've had it all Black eye and bruises Don't love me, babe, I don't want No more I believe That it's time for me to leave Pack up my bags, disappear So, goodbye, Joe Your services are no Longer required, I don't want You, dear Sugar plum, baby face You're busting out of your white lace Sweetie pie, my honeysuckle rose Your figure's slipping down to your toes I'm sorry, but it's true I'm me and you're you