The Only Exercise I Get Is You - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

Apart from at the supermarket, walking down the aisle

Apart from when you’re angry and I’m trying not to smile

Apart from maybe forefinger on the pizza that I dial

The only exercise I get is you

Apart from lifting glass up to the lips in which I pour

Apart from taking clothes back that don’t fit anymore

And the opening and the closing of refrigerator door

The only exercise I get is you, you, you, you, you, you, you

You, you, you, you, you, you, you

Apart from fielding questions like

'Where've you been all my life?'

Answering them quietly with

'Actually, with my loving wife'

Apart from creating atmosphere you can only cut with knife

The only exercise I get is you, you, you, you, you, you, you

Apart from hunting high and low each day for the remote

Finding and apologising to those I had by throat

Apart from forcing head through neighbour’s hedge for daily gloat

The only exercise I get is you

Apart from chasing compliments like dog does to its tail

Apart from wasting time on fitness test I’ll always fail

Apart from climbing walls, when you’re not there, no man could scale

The only exercise I get is you, you, you, you, you, you, you

Apart from fielding questions like

'Where've you been all my life?'

Answering them quietly with

'Actually, with my loving wife'

Apart from creating atmosphere you can only cut with knife

The only exercise I get is you, you, you, you, you, you, you

You, you, you, you, you, you, you

The only exercise is when I roll my eyes

At something silly one of us has said

Or there comes an awkward noise, less gentleman, more boys

Most frequently from your side of the bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed

Bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed

Apart from fielding questions like

'Where've you been all my life?'

And answering them quietly with

'Actually, with my loving wife'

Apart from creating atmosphere you can only cut with knife

The only exercise I get is you!