Текст Paul Heaton & Jacqui Abbott – 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)

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…