Lyrics Paul Heaton & Jacqui Abbott – The Austerity Of Love

Got my wow, got my core
And he’s waiting at the door for me
Making things secure for me
When I return

Got my needs, got my love
And it fits me like a glove
And it’s dripping from above
Like a candle, it burns

Old brown bear and honey bee
Pass me by and wink at me
Realise that what I got
Is too much for one honey pot

Sugar is the centre of the honeycomb
Sweeter still, the heart that actually owns my own
Got my schmaltz, got my cheese
Got me down on my knees
Got me begging you please
The obesity of love

The propensity (of love)
The depravity (of love)
The austerity (of love)
Of love…

Got my saccharine, my sweet
And it’s next to me on seat
And everything I eat seems to
Taste so damn sour

Got my praise, got my prayer
And it’s getting everywhere
Like your God isn’t there for me
Just this higher power

Old March hare and kangaroo
Tip their hats and ‘How’d you do?’
Recognise it in my stride
Love is skipping by my side

Sugar is the centre of the honeycomb
Sweeter still, the heart that actually owns my own
Got my schmaltz, got my cheese
Got me down on my knees
Got me begging you please
The obesity of love

The propensity (of love)
The depravity (of love)
The austerity (of love)
Of love…

Pitcher plant and Venus trap
Give me five and slap my back
They can tell just from my smile
I’ll be staying for a while

Sugar is the centre of the honeycomb
Sweeter still, the heart that actually owns my own
Got my schmaltz, got my cheese
Got me down on my knees
Got me begging you please
The obesity of love

The propensity (of love)
The depravity (of love)
The austerity (of love)
Of love…