funk
horns
brass
Lyrics
I aint a picture
I aint good art
Wouldnt say I looked
Like Humphrey Bogart
Aint the fruit fallen off the passion tree
But hey Do you like what you see?
CHORUS
I say, I love your body.
You said, Keep hands to yourself!
I say, Can I thumb through pages
On the books on your shelf?
And you say whats up with me,
You say whats up with me?
I say, I have fallen from the loveless tree.
I aint a vision
I aint a catch
Cant say Im a car
Racing around Brands Hatch
Aint the fruit fallen off the passion tree
But hey Do you like what you see?
BRIDGE
I can play dirty, I can play mean
Push your boat, right out in the stream
Turn the colours on in your dreams, in your dreams
Turn your luck to emerald green
I aint a doormat
I aint for sale
Im not a freebie
That turns up in your mail
Aint the fallen fruit off the passion tree
But hey Do you like what you see?
