All Buttoned Up - Richard Thompson

I got a girl, best girl in the world

But she won’t give me a taste of it

Saving her bed, maidenhead

That’s what I call a waste of it

Crosses her arms, to hide all her charms

Like she’s living in a nunnery

Gives me a wink, drive me to drink

I know she’s only making fun of me

She’s all buttoned up

All buttoned up, no place to go

She don’t mind a squeeze, if I say please

I might even manage a kiss of her

But I’ll get a slap, if I sit her on my lap

I call that so remiss of her

She’s all buttoned up

All buttoned up, no place to go

She hates the stuff I bring her

She wants diamonds on her finger

She wouldn’t let me in

Frothing at the mouth and barking

On all fours like Rin Tin Tin

My girl Kate, she wants me to wait

But I got urges, don’t I?

I got desires, raging fires

But I’ll do the right thing, won’t I?

She’s all buttoned up

All buttoned up, no place to go

She changes with the weather

She keeps her knees together

But she dresses so racy

Drawing man into temptation

With everything silky, satiny, lacy

I got a girl, best girl in the world

But she won’t give me a taste of it

Saving her bed, maidenhead

That’s what I call a waste of it

She’s all buttoned up

All buttoned up, no place to go

She’s all buttoned up

All buttoned up, no place to go