Under your bed is Godzilla, he has got something to say,
"Watch our for serial killers, and always be last to pay."
M-m-m like a cardboard dream, this world just has no taste
From the Great Lakes to the streams, accidentally erased

Unwind this string of temptation, drive this spike to the ground
From the dawn of creation we have been fooling around
Roll me over just once, don’t like to get well done
I like to do my own stunts, just don’t like to get too much sun

Stranger I’m thirsty and I need a cupful of love
I know that we’re not intimate, we’ve never touched,
but if I could just borrow one cup
Unexpected guests at my door and they won’t leave until they get some more
Love

Anytime now we will see it, coming down from the sky
I only hope we don’t kill it, and then collectively sigh
M-m-m I can’t hold the flame, can you feel the heat?
M-m-m I need someone to blame to make this song complete

Stranger I’m thirsty and I need a cupful of love
Stranger I’m thirsty and I need a cupful of love
Stranger I’m thirsty and I need a cupful of love

Peter White © 1992, All Rights Reserved.