Live with Me (The Rolling Stones cover)

I've got nasty habits I take tea at three And the meat I eat for dinner Must be hung up for a week My best friend he shoots water rats And feeds them to his geese Don-cha think there's a place for you In between the sheets? Come on now honey, we can built a home for three Come on now honey, don't you want to live with me? And there's a score of hare-brained children There are a-locked in the nursery They got ear-phone heads They got dirty necks They're so twentieth century Well, they queue up for bathroom round about 7.35 But don-cha think we need a woman's touch to make it come alive? You'd look good pram pushing down the High Street Come on now honey, don't you want to live with me? On the servants they're so helpful dear! The cook she is a whore the butler has a place for her Behind the pantry door The maid, she's French, she's got no sense She's from Crazy Horse And when she strips, the chauffeur flips The footman's eyes get crossed Don-cha think there's a place for us Right across the street? Don-cha you think there's a place for you In between the sheets? Don-cha you think there's a place for you Come on live with me