Whoo
  Whoo
  
  In the mornin' don't say you love me
  Cos I'll only kick you in the head
  I know your name is Rita
  Cos your perfume's smellin' sweeter
  Since last time you were down on the floor
  
  Guitar, whoo
  
  I don't mean to sound degradin'
  But you won't take much persuadin'
  While it gets too far and not laugh about
  Red lips, hair and fingernails
  I hear you're a mean old Jezebel
  Let's go upstairs and read my tarot cards
  
  Oh stay with me, stay with me
  Mr Martin Hall, you're gonna stay with me
  Stay with me, stay with me
  Cos tonight you're gonna stay with me
  
  Close it on Sunday morning
  Cos I'll only kick you out of the door
  Yeah I'll pay your cab home
  You can even use my best cologne
  But don't be here in the mornin' when I wake up
  
  Oh Stay with me, stay with me
  Cos tonight you're gonna stay with me
  Stay with me, stay with me
  Cos tonight you're gonna stay with me