Written by peter green.
Now the cupboards are empty
But baby you don
This way that i
Now that you
I
But there
My socks need mending
They
Take a look at my trousers
And man, how it shows
I
But there
I sit at the table
Since i got the news
I
And i
I
But there
I gave you my loving
I gave you my car
Now i gotta keep moving
To the next backstreet bar
I
But there