Mister Softee - Kid Creole And The Coconuts

I got a funny feeling, baby, that tonight you want to sleep with me

(Don't say it, you know you shouldn’t say it)

But I got an appointment in the morning, need at least eleven hours of sleep

(You said it, I asked you not to say it)

I’m so sorry, babe

You’re a softie by trade

Mister Softee’s your name

You’re a softie and hardly my type

Don’t say that, don’t say that

Don’t you make an issue over something that’s as small as this

I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, even then if you insist

Ohh

You’re a softie by trade

Who you talking to?

Mister Softee’s your name

You’re a softie and hardly my type

Don’t say that, don’t say that

I’ve had enough in my life

Of sweet and sour ‘good-nights'

I know you can’t satisfy

But, at least you could try

You’re no good for me

Would you rather I forget about my livelihood and stay at home

(Don't say it, you know you shouldn’t say it)

Well, then you must give up your credit cards, must give up your

(you said it, I asked you not to say it)

I’m so sorry, babe

You’re a softie by trade

Who you talking to?

Mister Softee’s your name

You’re a softie and hardly my type

Don’t say that, don’t say that

I’ve had enough in my life

Of sweet and sour ‘good-night'

I know you can’t satisfy

But, at least you could try

You’re no good for me

You’ve got a funny way of showing me that baby you’re in love with me

(Don't say it, you know you shouldn’t say it)

Just because I need a little rest you wanna torture me

(You said it, I asked you not to say it)

You’re a softie by trade

Mister Softee’s your name

You’re a softie by trade

Mister Softee’s your name

You’re the softie my friend

You’re soft in your head

Softie my friend

Soft in the head

You’re a softie by trade

Who you talking to?

Mister Softee’s your name

There’s no sense squawking ‘bout it

You’re a softie by trade

Don’t say that

Mister Softee’s your name

Don’t say that

You’re the softie my friend

You’re soft, soft in the head

You’re a softie I’m sure

Soft to the core

You’re a softie by trade

Who you talking to?

Mister Softee’s your name

You’re a softie and hardly my type

Don’t say that, don’t say that