Love Up

Written by: 
J. Martyn
1 Aug 1982

Your baby can't see you now, she's busy;
She recommends you go and see Sister Lizzy.
Step around the corner,
Up against the wall;
See to your needs - no trouble at all.

Keep on rocking though you don't know what you're doing;
Keep on rocking though you're rocking to your ruin.
Love up ... love up.
Keep on rocking though you don't know what you're doing;
Keep on rocking though you're rocking to your ruin.
Love up ... love up.

She's got big girls, she's got small girls, she's got the street lights;
She wants thin boys, they're just street toys that run all night.
She's got a hot boy, he's all joy, he's alright.

A little bit early or a little bit late,
I can see by your eyes, you just can't wait.
Stay here a minute, I'll be fast as I can;
Just got to get rid of this crazy man.

Keep on rocking till you don't know what you're doing;
Keep on rocking till you're rocking to your ruin.
Love up ... love up.
Keep on rocking till you don't know what you're doing;
Keep on rocking till you're rocking to your ruin.
Love up ... love up.

I like big girls, I like small girls, I love the street lights;
I hate thin boys, they're just street toys, they stay all night.
Well I'm all boy, and I'm all joy and I'm alright.

Every week on Sunday, you'll find me waiting,
Hanging around the door and just a he-hesitating.
I know I'm not welcome, I can't go in;
My daddy, he's a minister, he says it's a sin.

Keep on rocking till you don't know what you're doing;
Keep on rocking, keep a rocking till your ruin.
Love up ... Love up.
Keep on rocking till you don't know what you're doing;
Keep on rocking though you're rocking to your ruin.
Love up ... love up.

I got big girls, small girls, street lights,
Thin boys, street toys, they get all night.
Love up ... love up.
I got the, got the big girls, small girls,
Thin boys, they're just street toys to me.
Love up ... love up.

All boy, hot joy, all right - all night;
Love up ... love up.
Keep on rocking till you don't know what you're doing;
Keep on rocking, it's got to be your ruin.
Love up ... love up.
Keep on rocking,
Keep on rocking,
Love up ... love up...

muffnote:
Only song where John practises a he-hesitating stutter, a bit like the Who invented on My Generation.

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