Barking Up The Wrong Tree by Mott The Hoople
I love those great big blue eyes
I love those laughter lines
Round about where an ill wind blows
That's where for me it shines
And I have no inhibitions
That I wish to, put on
If I did what would I inhibit
A painting I've never done
And such is life as Ned once said
However let's be clear
If you think that a noose round my neck
Makes a happy man of me
You're barking up the wrong tree
And I hare those cold damp mornings
Despite a good night's sleep
Stepping out when it's still not light
Feels like I should retreat
And as for those glamour model types
Who when they strut their stuff
Look about as dressed as a naked chef
Making his powder puff
And while we're on the subject
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