[ Featuring Phil Ashmore ]
Honey, I don't feel like talking
I don't feel like talking to you on the phone
But I'll tell you
When you come home
Darling, this poor boy is breaking
This poor boy is aching and wanting to know
Will you hold me
When you come home?
Oh the flowers mean nothing
If you're not here to watch them grow
And the loving that I'll give to you
Will be waiting when you come back home
Oh now sweet thing, I don't want no movies
'Cause no one can move me the way that you do
So, I'll hurry back home
Back home to you
Oh the flowers mean nothing
If I'm not here to watch them grow
And the loving that I'll give to you
Will be waiting for you when you come back home
Please come back home
