Текст песни The Only Exercise I Get Is You - Paul Heaton feat. Jacqui Abbott

Apart from at the supermarket, walking down the aisle
Apart from when you're angry and I'm trying not to smile
Apart from maybe forefinger on the pizza that I dial
The only exercise I get is you

Apart from lifting glass up to the lips in which I pour
Apart from taking clothes back that don't fit me anymore
And the opening and the closing of refrigerator door
The only exercise I get is you, you, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you

Apart from fielding questions like
"Where've you been all my life?"
And answering them blithely with
"Actually, with my loving wife"

Apart from creating atmosphere you can only cut with knife
The only exercise I get is you, you, you, you, you, you, you

Apart from hunting high and low each day for the remote
Finding and apologising to those I had by throat
Apart from forcing head through neighbour's hedge for daily gloat
The only exercise I get is you

Apart from chasing compliments like dog does to its tail
Apart from wasting time on fitness test I'll always fail
Apart from climbing walls when you're not there, no man could scale
The only exercise I get is you, you, you, you, you, you, you

Apart from fielding questions like
"Where've you been all my life?"
And answering them blithely with
"Actually, with my loving wife"

Apart from creating atmosphere you can only cut with knife
The only exercise I get is you, you, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you

The only exercise is when I roll my eyes
At something silly one of us has said
Or there comes an awkward noise, less gentleman, more boys
Most frequently from your side of
The bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed
Bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed

Apart from fielding questions like
"Where've you been all my life?"
And answering them blithely with
"Actually, with my loving wife"

Apart from creating atmosphere you can only cut with knife
The only exercise I get is you!