The Only Exercise I Get Is You Songtext
von Paul Heaton + Jacqui Abbott

Apart from at the supermarket
Walking down the aisle
Apart from when you′re angry
And I'm trying not to smile
Apart from maybe forefinger
On the pizza that I dial
The only exercise I get is you

Apart from lifting glass up to
The lips in which I pour
Apart from taking clothes back
That don′t fit me anymore
And the opening
And the closing of refrigerator door

The only exercise I get is
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you


Apart from fielding questions like
"Where've you been all my life?"
And answering them blithely with
"Actually, with my loving wife"

Apart from creating atmosphere
You can only cut with knife
The only exercise I get is
You, you, you, you, you, you, you

Apart from hunting high
And low each day for the remote
Finding and apologising to
Those I had by throat
Apart from forcing head through
Neighbor's hedge for daily gloat
The only exercise I get is you

Apart from chasing compliments
Like dog does to its tail
Apart from wasting time on
Fitness test I′ll always fail
Apart from climbing walls when
You′re not there, no man could scale

The only exercise I get is
You, you, you, you, you, you, you


Apart from fielding questions like
"Where've you been all my life?"
And answering them blithely with
"Actually, with my loving wife"

Apart from creating atmosphere
You can only cut with knife
The only exercise I get is
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you

The only exercise is when I roll my eyes
At something silly, one of us has said
Or there comes an awkward noise
Less gentleman, more boys
Most frequently from your side of
The bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed
Bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed

Apart from fielding questions like
"Where′ve you been all my life?"
And answering them blithely with
"Actually, with my loving wife"

Apart from creating atmosphere
You can only cut with knife
The only exercise I get is you!