It's mid-day and you're still sleeping

Like you always do

By midnight you start creeping

It's the same old you

You bleed me high and dry

Oh my

Insatiable you

Our holidays in Spain

Were always marred

And your ex-lovers seems so

Quietly scarred

You bleed me high and dry

Oh my

Insatiable you

I won't put garlic in your bread

And do you like your steak well done or red

Dispite your dental hygene

My love is true

But the thought of meeting your folks

Scares me through and through

You bleed me high and dry

Oh my

Insatiable you

High and dry oh my

Insatiable you

High and dry oh my

Insatiable you