I can't feel ya
Your body
Been hitting the sensimilla
With a hot toddy
Lying on the sofa
It's so weedy
Won't you come on over?
'Cause I need ya
PRE-Chorus
All the lying in the thick of it
And learning not to give a shit
The smiling
The timing
And all this late night rhyming
Well this is the thing
Shoulda known you wanted to come over my friend
Won't you come on over again
Could you buy some fags from the shops?
Been recently a bit on the rocks
I said I can't feel ya
Miss Delilah
You're playing with my hair
Yeah I try but
Something's just not there
Miss Delilah
You're playing with my hair
Yeah I try but
Something's just not there
Won't you come on