Paroles: Lloyd Cole. I Hate to See You Baby Doing That Stuff.

I love to see you in your sweater, girl
I love you in your high tall boots
I love to see you in your sweater, girl
Love to see you walking that cute, you know it

I love to see you in your leather skin
Love your lipstick on my sheets
And I love to see you in your alligator shoes
Reciting to me, my poetry, I really do but

I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
I hate to see you doing that stuff
I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
Really hate to see you doing that stuff

I love you, baby, when you bite my ear
I don't worry about your uptown geek
And I love you, baby, don't you bite your lip
'Cause it's me you talk to in your sleep and

I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
I hate to see you doing that stuff
I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
Really hate to see you doing that stuff

I love to see you in your sweater, girl
Love your alligator, chic
Et je sais te vois dans ton Christian Lacroix
But I hate to see you walking my street, but

I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
I hate to see you doing that stuff
I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
Really hate to see you doing that stuff, ha ha