Spare Parts

I lent you a hand but you never gave it back
I lent you a hand but you never gave it back
You said you had grown very fond of my fingers,
the way that the touch of the tips of them lingers
and you couldn't possibly part with them now
so you carry them around, in your ha-andbag

I lent you a light when everything around you was black
I lent you a light when everything around you was bla-ack
And you lit you cigarette
And then you left

And you needed a place to put your hands
I said "You could lay 'em on my hips"
And you needed a place to put your kisses
I said "You could use my lips"

I lent you a shoulder, a shoulder to lean upon
I said you could keep it until you were feeling strong
You'd taken advantage of my kind loan
You carry it 'round town, pass it off as your own
And everybody thinks that you're so very kind
But nobody knows that that shoulder is mi-ine

And you needed a place to put your *hat*
I said you could lay it right here
You were looking for something to do
With all those things that trouble you
I said, I would lend you an ear

Worst of all, I gave you my he-art
'Cause yours wasn't working too good
I am not spare pa-arts for you to use and you to loose, no

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You use me and you lose me yeah you do