Me And My Drummer - Down My Couch lyrics

Oh, come on talk to me Since I met you You behaved like a primadonna first cla** Oh, and if you came to him Looked into his eyes They'd pay the price for your behaviour Oh and then the days went by Made you so sad For all that you had was not enough for you Oh, call the police She's not on the phone You will never believe what I saw here in your room The blood was streaming down my couch And although I couldn't see him I knew this belt(?) was on his best way to get down Then you're coming, you're coming, you'e coming through the door And maybe I don't know (maybe I don't know) Maybe I don't believe you (maybe I don't believe you) Maybe I don't believe you (maybe I don't believe you) But I won't tell you now (I will not tell you now) I will not tell you now Ooh