Give me one good reason why I should stay here.
I’m just another mouldy coat in your wardrobe.
Say you got another reason now for living.
Seems that all this time you’ve taken, I’ve been giving.
Stop me if you think you’ve heard this one before,
I wouldn’t want to think that I was being a bore!
Could you even put a face on it for me?
Who, after all, gave you love and money?
Give me one good reason why I should stay here.
I’m standing on the landing now with my bus fare.
Thought I might just have seen a tear in your eye there,
But between you and me, do you really think that I care?
Stop me if you feel obliged to do so,
Though you’d rather lie back and think of Rousseau!
Could you maybe even see fit to say goodbye,
Through your intellectually simulated sigh?
