And though I stood on tenterhooks I still took one last lingering look And there was so much left unsaid But as they say, you makes your bed But as they say, you makes your bed Yes, my sheets were always freshly laundered Together, you and I have changed the world As long as there was no blood spilt On my fresh white sheets I'm fit as a fiddle but so non-commital It's all I can do to stifle a smile It's all I can do to stifle a smile When you tell me Old Mother Earth's turning senile Mother Earth keeps turning and turning While, of course, our young hearts are yearning And when you tell me You tell me Oh when you tell me You tell me Don't make any bones about it You just tell me