It don't feel much like a home, without a dog.
It don't feel much like a pool, without a frog.
It don't feel much like a world, without a girl.
It don't feel much like a girl, without a human being.
It don't feel much like a fish, without a pond.
It don't feel much like a fence, with no beyond.
It don't feel much like a church, without a god inside.
It don't feel much like a bank, without a lot of money.
Oh, come on, baby, give me your meat.
It don't feel much like a foot, without a shoe.
It don't feel much like a me, without a you.
It don't feel much like a train, without a buffet car.
It don't feel much like a bed, when there's nobody on it.
Ah, swallow it.
It don't feel much like a bath, without a plug.
It don't feel much like a hole, without a drug.
It don't feel much like a drug, without a side effect.
It don't feel much like an effect, if you don't love nobody.
Come on, baby, gimme your meat.

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Writer(s): ROBYN HITCHCOCK