He's saving up for a new Ben Sherman   He says he'd like to fuck Uma Thurman   I don't think that he'll get too far   With either those dreams   He's got his eyes on a pair of Pumas   He says I should cut my hair like Uma's   If he thinks I'd go along with   His sordid fancies      When you call my name   It better be me that you want   And not anyone else   If it's all the same   I don't want to get into bed   With your dreams there as well   Get through your head, or do I have to yell      That I don't want that   And well I might desert you   'Cos if I get a short back   And sides will that hurt you?      He says he's starting to feel quite horny   I say shut up and read your Nick Hornby   Then he pouts to try to sway me   But I don't think so   He says you can't waste a good erection   I think I'm starting to lose affection   I once felt for him, it's over   I tried to tell him      When you call my name   It better be me that you want   And not anyone else   If it's all the same   I don't want to get into bed   With your dreams there as well   Get through your head, or do I have to yell      That I don't want that (no way)   And well I might desert you (today)   'Cos if I get a short back (okay)   And sides will that hurt you?      (the cool breakdown with the handclaps)      When you call my name   It better be me that you want   And not anyone else   If it's all the same   I don't want to get into bed   With your dreams there as well   Get through your head, or at least through your gel      That I don't want that (no way)   And well I might desert you (today)   'Cos if I get a short back (okay)   And sides will that hurt you?