Текст песни: Buzzcocks. All Over You.

I'm a poor man deep in my pocket
But in my heart I'm a millionaire
But a perfect sense of direction
Ain't no use if you're going no where

You're like a whacky man's walk on
And you think I have eccentric ideas
Better latent than never, just that thought
Keeps me warm through your fears

When you kiss, do you keep your eyes open?
I'd love to linger on the taste of your tongue
Would our souls be in immanent danger
I can't see how, what we could do, could be wrong

A sandwich short of a picnic
Trying hard to save the wages of sin
It helps if you think quick
When the razor feels soft to your skin

I wanna be all over, all over you
I wanna be all over, all over you

Looking for love, let me make you an offer
That's as tender as a tender can be
Give me a ring or just drop me a postcard
And turn my fantasy to reality

A nasty stain on the carpet
Perfectly matches, all the ones in my bed
Instead of grinding your gusset
Why not give me the pleasure instead

I wanna be all over, all over you
I wanna be all over, all over you

I wanna be all over, all over you
I wanna be all over, all over you

You're like a whacky man's walk on
And you think I have eccentric ideas
Better latent than never, just that thought
Keeps me warm through your fears

I wanna be all over, all over you
I wanna be all over, all over you

There's one more thing I just gotta say
The very thought of which drives me insane
You keep saying that we're over again
And again, and again

I guess I'd better be resigned
That you've up your mind
And if you never wanna see me again

I wanna be all over, all over you
I wanna be all over, all over you

I wanna be all over, all over you
I wanna be all over, all over you

I wanna be all over, all over you
I wanna be all over, all over you

I wanna be all over, all over you
I wanna be all over, all over you