The saddest thing about having one leg
Is that it isn't the saddest thing about me
As I succumb to my beer it's becoming clear
That everybody does fine without me
Yeah, buddy, the world does just fine without me
And, you, don't look at me like I'm some total downer
Condescending pity's not my fave, see
I'm just being real, no need to smile or frown or
Get all pouty and weepy
I don't want to be a dancer sweetly spinning on a stage
I just want somebody to spoon with
He don't have to be from France or he don't have to be of age
I just want somebody to spoon with
Gimme Gimme Gimme Somebody to spoon with
Gimme Gimme Gimme Somebody to spoon with
See I've never been touched, and by touched what I mean
Is nobody's ever put their arms around me
I'll be all smiles and "Hey"
They'll be all "Ew, get a away"
And they leave me just exactly where they found me
And I don't want a lot of money, I don't want a better job
I just want somebody to spoon with
He don't have to taste like honey, he can be a fuckin slob
As long as he's somebody to spoon with
Gimme Gimme Gimme somebody to spoon with
Gimme Gimme Gimme somebody to spoon with
Gimme Gimme Gimme warm breath on my neck and
A Man who doesn't care that I'm an incomplete wreck
And a hand that don't recoil when it touches mine
And I'll be fine
And I'll be fine
No, I don't want a rose
And I don't want the moon
All I want is a dude who'd be down
For a really, really good spoon