i took the passion from compassion i needed the rest from telling you 'you look attractive' each time you undressed you didn't help matters much as you walked out my life without leaving the key you squeezed the good from the bad like the 36 pieces of cheap cookery you just take you just take you just take our 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 lux and the match and the friday nights stacks were just some of the things i gave up for you you just take you just take you just take our 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 is still 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 things and i still stand here and stare at the chair over there where you used to sit and i could get some one into sit there in your place but they wouldn't fit you just take you just take you just take our pile on the agony but me and the cat will live in the flat and nothing you do will ever change that the milk is still delivered we sit by the fire you could say that we're having the time of our lives