Your Bit Of Stuff

I’m your enemy, and I’m your friend
I’m your punch-bag as night-time ends
I’m too much, then not enough
Baby, I’m your bit of stuff
Previous loves, you may have found
They left you on stony ground
But I’ll make full your loving cup
Baby, I’m your bit of stuff
Your hair’s unkempt and it’s greying
Your gut’s hanging over your jeans
All of my friends agree on one thing:
You’re hardly the girl of my dreams
They can’t see what you saw in me
And mine can’t see what I saw in you
A mystery to all your friends, I’ll always be
And all my friends, just like all yours, ain’t got a clue
The perfect man’s out there somewhere
Fair of skin, full of hair
Don’t kid yourself, just give up
'Cause baby, I’m your bit of stuff
Your eyesight and hearing are failing
Your stretchmarks have spread to your feet
Each of my family members you met
Assumed you were out on release
They can’t see what you saw in me
And mine can’t see what I saw in you
A mystery to all your friends, I’ll always be
And all my friends, just like all yours, ain’t got a clue
You’re my Bonnie (I'm your Bonnie)
I’m your Clyde (You're my Clyde)
You’re the one I’ll (You're the one)
I’ll die beside (I'll die beside)
Go tell the others (Go tell)
Competition’s tough
'Cause baby, I’m your bit of stuff
Previous lovers
Have come and been
Haven’t liked just
Just what they’ve seen
You’re enigmatic
You’re off the cuff
'Cause baby, you’re my bit of stuff…