I took the passion from compassion
I needed the rest
From telling you you looked attractive
Each time you undressed
You didn't help matters much
As you walked out my life
Without leaving the key
You squeezed the blood from the stone
Took the good from the bad
Like the thirty-six pieces of cheap cutlery

You just take
You just take
You just take
And pile on the agony

I bet you're in a bed of roses
Lying in a heap
Surrounded by your new possessions
So tasteless and cheap
And I am desperately lonely and certainly homely
With nothing to do
Because the lads and the match and the Friday nights stags
Were just some of the things that I gave up for you

You just take
You just take
You just take
And pile on the agony

But me and the cat
Own the lease on the flat
And nothing you do
Will ever change that
The milk gets delivered
We sit by the fire
You could say that we're having
The time of our lives

You've taken passion from compassion
You've taken the bliss
And done it all for independence
But there's no such thing
And I still stand here and stare at the chair over there
Where you used to sit
And I could get someone else to sit there in your place
But they wouldn't fit

You just take
You just take
You just take
And pile on the agony

But me and the cat
Will live in the flat
And nothing you do
Will ever change that
The milk gets delivered
We sit by the fire
You could say that we're having
The time of our lives