[Intro] [Vocals close up, half-whispering late] Crude, don't be crude — 'cause I want you, babe. (Yeah, it's messy, but it's true.) [Verse 1] It creeps past the fence like them daft weeds in June, Cotton sheets smell brand new - a blooming lovely tune. You stir, I stroke your hair, There’s a massive spider on the skirting board, I swear! [Greater phrase fluency] [Pre-Chorus] [Groove builds] When you rise, don't start a right old row tonight, [More natural British slang] Just leave a cheeky comment — make it sound alright. [Chorus (Viral / Dynamic)] [Full band, strong, melodic vocals] I love - YOU! [High-pitched] (uuuu) Crude, don't be crude — 'cause I want you, babe. Crude, don't be crude — I swear I'm teaching you (: uuu) Dodging small faults, big ones still burning. [Verse 2] Dreamt it last night - yeah, the whole scene was proper strange, [More flow] Walking through spinach leaves and rain. You opened your door — thought you’d tell me no, Now your tears hang from earrings that barely glow. [Bridge/Break] [Drums slow down, bass and vocals dominate] You call this whole thing mid — I say it slaps, We’re both completely knackered, love, yet closing the gaps. [Slang Boost] Your voice through the doorway, calling me a loon... I guess I'm gobsmacked — still over the moon... [Final Chorus / Outro - Slower, Sultry] [The pace slows down, the vocals become lower, sensual] I love - YOU. Crude, don't be crude — 'cause I want you, babe. Messy - but it's true. [Sustain, Guitar bend, long fade.]
