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