I sup - pose love lives in a dustbin
Be - hind the garden wall
You have to grovel on the ground
and be pretty dis - gusting
to find it at all
And I suppose that it grows on you
Standing there with no clothes on
and I suppose
because there's beautiful girls in this town
I'll stay here till I've chosen one.
I suppose life's like a hunt, really
the hounds have fun
until the fox gets bagged
And not one girl in this town
They'll get dragged.
Her heart
speaks to me; says the room the room the room
Be - neath her dress, and
I suppose that it beats for me
Like a hammering moon pulling tides through her chest
Sup - pose she says that she owes me
all that she owns and all that she is
It seems to me I sup - pose that
her heart's not enough
and her love is a swizz
So sup - pose love lives in a mansion
how the hell do I get over the wall
And if my rope's not stretched the right tension
I won't cross this grand canyon at all
And I suppose that it grows like a tumor
spreads like a rumor
like the grass grows and inch in every day
And I suppose that be - fore I even know it
the tide will start flowing
and the drum beneath my jacket will say
You know you need her every - day
You know you need her every - day
You know you need her every - day
You know you need her every - day
You know you need her every - day
You know you need her every - day