Back (In Y’r Love)

When the wind is crawling in

At your basement floor

And the rats are runnin' 'round, tryin' to get underneath there

In your chamber door

Hey, child, when I smell the stench of your sweat-stained tee

And when I see this French chick, you know, lickin' my speed, man

When the snow is wettin'

My old wooden chair

And the claps are runnin' 'round, pattin' me

In my pubic hair

All my old solicitors come around and only have needles for a pay

And all my brand-new visitors only have spoons to give away, now

To give away

I said, "All my precious pleasures, honey, you took away with all your charms"

And all my solitary treasures, now I'm in a strainer of my arm

I said, "Damn this cruel december"

I said any hiddeous thing I can think of

You know, it never ever seems enough

I'm makin' friends with your daddy, friends with your dog

Just to get you, honey, to let me in

Just to get you, mom, to let me in

I said, "I make friends with your daddy and your dog"

Just to get you to let me in, child

Just to get you, well...

Cha, cha

Ooh, anything I can think of, mom

It never ever seems enough

I make friends with your daddy

I make friends with your dog

Just to get you, honey, to let me get back in y'r love

Just to get you, child, you know, to let me, now

back in y'r love

Back in y'r love

Back in y'r love

Back in y'r love

Back in y'r love