Like you're on some kind of expedition
Your shaking hands are the destroyer of boys
I run into the arms of certain extinction

First you're teasing me, then you're wanting a fight
Just 'cos it pleases me doesn't make it alright

Gimme some love (x4)

(speaking)

We're a right pair, you and I
It's a messed-up situation
Are you gonna dump this other guy?
Before I die of sexual frustration

I can't stand the crowds on a Saturday night
Why don't you come round, try to make it alright?

Gimme some love (x8)