The Menu by Jon Astley Lyrics

I've got a problem 'cause it's not my ambition
To start fooling around with someone like you
I need your company, but not your conditions
And gloating over your spoils is spoiling my view

I've got myself to blame
Been pouring oil all over the flames
I wanna stop playing this game
But the devil's finding work for my hands to do

I have been watching your feet giving me legroom
I can't stand the heat, I will stay out of the bedroom
I like to read the menu, but you know I always eat at home

If I am tempted by the fruit forbidden
Then I'm failing to keep my word
But when she has me eating out of her hand, can I be forgiven
Or are my 'just desserts' just deserved?

And will I ever realize that I can never disguise
Just when I want to sample all the merchandise
I'll always suffer an attack of the nerves
I have been watching your feet giving me legroom
I can't stand the heat, I will stay out of the bedroom
I like to read the menu, but you know I always eat at home

(Can't stand the heat)
(He likes to read the menu)
But you know I always eat at home

Surely there are fish in the sea
Who compare more favourably
I'm looking at you looking at me and
Putting out the fire with gasoline

I've been watching your feet giving me legroom
I can't stand the heat, I will stay out of the bedroom
I like to read the menu, but you know I always eat at home

(Can't stand the heat)
(He likes to read the menu)
(Can't stand the heat)
(He likes to read the menu)
(Can't stand the heat)
(He likes to read the menu)
(Can't stand the heat)
(He likes to read the menu)