Sunday morning and a breakfast guest,
(Yum, yum, yum, yum...)
"Sleeping" like a baby at its mother's breast;
(There, there, there, there...)
"Let's play doctor, you be 'chest',"
(Heh, heh, heh, heh...)
"Let me take your temperature and send you my best",
(Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh...)
A bouquet of flowers as an offering
(Well, well, well, well...)
Token affection for your suffering
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm...)

"Mother, can I tell you about this one?"
"I think I found myself a new friend",
(Cupid's zooming in on her pelvis)
"Hey baby, can we do it again...?"

Would you believe, there are men who like to spoon,
Men like to spoon,
Would you believe, he's not the same old tune,
You may not get fooled...

A war between roses and a block of wood,
(Uh-oh, uh-oh...)
"When's it getting better / When will you be good?"
(Blah, blah, blah, blah...)
...And she was troubled by a terrible past
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Mr. 'Sportcoat' wouldn't take out the trash
(No, no, no, no...)

"Mother, can I tell you about this one?"
"I think I'll leave him out on the run!"
(Cupid's somewhere tripping on acid)
"Hey baby, are we having fun..."

Would you believe, there are men who like to spoon,
Men like to spoon,
Would you believe there are some things you can't do,
You may play the fool...

It's a story that will never end
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Loose a lover, call a friend
(Blab, blab, blab, blab...)
A brand new ticket to the "Midnight Train"
(Hey, hey, hey, hey...)
Take one home and start all over again
(Yum, yum, yum, yum)

"Mother can I tell you about this one,"
(Take a picture and have it framed...)
Cupid's homing in on her pelvis,
Hey baby, can I see you again...?

Now if you believe, there are men who like to spoon
Men like to spoon,
Would you believe, he's not the same old tune,
You might not get fooled

Would you believe, there are men who like to spoon,
(Man likes to spoon)
Would you believe, they're not the same old tune,
You might not get fooled...

Would you believe there are men who like to spoon,
Man likes to spoon,
Would you believe, there are things you can do,
To not play the fool...

If you believe, there are men who like to spoon,
(Man loves to spoon)
If you believe, there's nothing up his sleeve,
Then, you could, too...