The Cliquey Climber Boys - Rope
You belay me up, I'm your puppet You don't buy me things, I love it You don't bring me food, I don't need it You don't give me love, I feed it And look at the two of us in sympathy With everything we see I never want anything, it's easy You belay whatever I need But look at my ropes, look at my quickdraws The cliffs we've ascended I love you, you hold my rope I love you, you hold my rope You phone me in the evening on a harness And bought me locking carabiners You took me to a clifftop off Broadway To tell me who you are We never ever argue, we wear climbing shoes The cam nuts we've spent I love you, you hold my rope I love you, you hold my rope I'm your puppet I love it And look at the two of us in sympathy And sometimes ecstasy Words mean so little, and money less When you're belaying next to me But look at my helmet, look at my chalk bag The cam nuts we've spent I love you, you hold my rope Ooh, I love you, you hold my rope Look at my rope...