Down My Couch - Me And My Drummer

Oh, come on talk to me

Since I met you

You behaved like a primadonna first class

Oh, and if you came to him

Looked into his eyes

They’d pay the price for your behaviour

Oh and then the days went by

Made you so sad

For all that you had was not enough for you

Oh, call the police

She’s not on the phone

You will never believe what I saw here in your room

The blood was streaming down my couch

And although I couldn’t see him

I knew this belt (?) was on his best way to get down

Then you’re coming, you’re coming, you’e coming through the door

And maybe I don’t know (maybe I don’t know)

Maybe I don’t believe you (maybe I don’t believe you)

Maybe I don’t believe you (maybe I don’t believe you)

But I won’t tell you now (I will not tell you now)

I will not tell you now

Ooh