Lyricist : John Cooper Clarke/Arctic Monkeys
Composer : John Cooper Clarke/Arctic Monkeys
I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
Breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
Let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots babe
I just wanna be yours
Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours
I wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
Let me be your leccy meter
And I'll never run out
Let me be the portable heater
That you’ll get cold without
I wanna be your setting lotion
Hold your hair in deep devotion
At least as deep as the Pacific ocean
I wanna be yours
Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours
I wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
wanna be yours
