Tell me are you retreating to the wilderness And tell me who, who hasn't had their fill of this I know that it seems trite, staying up all night I know it's a cliche. I sleep through all the TV shows I try to follow Don't follow me, I won't do you no good Oh no Sometimes I think it's a shame Oh no Oh no I thought you knew you were good at talking tenderness I did. I knew. Saw through that put on temprament I know it's not your way to lay with me all day You know it's just not just you. We've both got other things to do but still you wallow Don't follow me, I won't do you no good Oh no Sometimes I think it's a shame Oh no Oh no