I'm a poor excuse for a man, with you   Forgotten the plan   Can't go on in love with you      Is there life on mars   All those candy bars   Just make me ill don't fulfil   I'd like to be you      Can you hold my hand   It's in the pan, next to your nightie's   My hearts in my mouth, I'd like to go South   Except on Friday's      Is there life next door   I can't tell no more   Maybe they're dead, in bed   Or in your heart dear      Can you hold my hand   It's in the pan, next to your nightie's   My hearts in my mouth I'd like to go South   Except on Friday's      Is there life next door   I can't tell no more   Just make me ill, don't fulfil   Maybe they're dead, in bed   I'd like to heart you   I'd like to be you