It's mid-day and you're still sleeping
   Like you always do
   By midnight you start creeping
   It's the same old you
  
   You bleed me high and dry
   Oh my
   Insatiable you
  
   Our holidays in Spain
   Were always marred
   And your ex-lovers seems so
   Quietly scarred
  
   You bleed me high and dry
   Oh my
   Insatiable you
  
   I won't put garlic in your bread
   And do you like your steak well done or red?
   Dispite your dental hygene
   My love is true
   But the thought of meeting your folks
   Scares me through and through
  
   You bleed me high and dry
   Oh my
   Insatiable you
  
   High and dry, oh my
   Insatiable you
  
   High and dry, oh my
   Insatiable you