i don't need you to call me sucker
when the money don't come through
i don't need you to hit the city
and take your love with you
you walk now it's a crime
all i need is a way to get lucky
i don't need to see those dishes
i don't need to see your suitcase
to get myself and you up from the slime
and half a chance is all it takes
and make you happy to be mine
when the going gets too tough
i can't believe you'd do this
after all i've done for you
you're as tough as leather
now we're in for nasty weather