Don'tcha Want Nothing At All

Don'tcha want nothing at all
Don'tcha want nothing at all
Martin and Liz asked Paul
You've got to make a choice
You've got to make a choice
Or don'tcha want nothing at all

What's his is hers is his
What's his is hers is his
Martin and Paul told Liz
She didn't want to make a choice
She didn't want to make a choice
She didn't want nothing at all

Paul's always on the phone
Martin he is never home
Liz is in the bedroom
Wondering why she's been left alone
But with two men in the room with her
The bed can be a combat zone

Ain't it bout time we were starting
Ain't it bout time we were starting
Paul and Liz told Martin
They didn't have to make a choice
They didn't have to make a choice
Don'tcha want nothing at all

Paul and Martin wonder whether
It would be better if they worked together
Liz is in the bedroom
Dressed in vinyl and studded leather
Paul says Martin grab the whip
And I will grab the cuffs and feathers

Ain't it bout time we were starting
Ain't it bout time we were starting
Paul and Liz told Martin
They didn't have to make a choice
They didn't have to make a choice
Don'tcha want nothing at all