Like a millionaire, but with nothing to spare
All this time on my hands doesn't go anywhere
(But) before you think to cry, I know that…
It's not right, that your there, with your love, going spare
You're like a waste of space in an empty room
Just hoping, somebody gets to you soon
(The way you) run around is not so clever
I warn you, honey I love you
With a heart full of song, I will drive you away
This I've known all along but I don't think I'd blame
You for pa**ing on…
('Cos) It's not right, that you care so much more, than I care
I'm just a waste of space, and I rarely move
Here's hoping, somebody gets to me soon
The way you run around is not so clever
I warn you honey, I love you
Centre stage is yours to take
If you can lose this waste of space