Have a lick, taste the plate Your tongue's infinite like a figurette It'll go a little hazy I've been wanting you to hate me You said I've been writing songs while you sleep I've been counting all of your sheep I never claimed to be a healer But I can make you feel better Ooh, oh I never claimed to be a good man But you can *** in my weather I go out and stay up late I carved our names into a number plate I've been taking midnight walks Thinking about the way that you talk Hold me up to the light I'll disappear into your dreams tonight Someone's on the other line Call me back another time Ooh, oh I never claimed to be a healer But I can make you feel better Ooh, oh I never claimed to be a good man But you can *** in my weather I can make you feel better But you can *** in my weather