Take

I took the passion from compassion

I needed the rest

From telling you you looked attractive

Each time you undressed

You didn't help matters much

As you walked out my life

Without leaving the key

You squeezed the blood from the stone

Took the good from the bad

Like the thirty-six pieces of cheap cutlery

You just take

You just take

You just take

And pile on the agony

I bet you're in a bed of roses

Lying in a heap

Surrounded by your new possessions

So tasteless and cheap

And I am desperately lonely and certainly homely

With nothing to do

Because the lads and the match and the Friday nights stags

Were just some of the things that I gave up for you

You just take

You just take

You just take

And pile on the agony

But me and the cat

Own the lease on the flat

And nothing you do

Will ever change that

The milk gets delivered

We sit by the fire

You could say that we're having

The time of our lives

You've taken passion from compassion

You've taken the bliss

And done it all for independence

But there's no such thing

And I still stand here and stare at the chair over there

Where you used to sit

And I could get someone else to sit there in your place

But they wouldn't fit

You just take

You just take

You just take

And pile on the agony

But me and the cat

Will live in the flat

And nothing you do

Will ever change that

The milk gets delivered

We sit by the fire

You could say that we're having

The time of our lives