Words and music by John Deacon. I make it half past six you come at seven. Always try to keep me hanging round. You little spoilt thing girl you kept me waiting. Never contemplating my point of view. This comes as no surprise. I'm a fool for I believed your lies. But now I've seen through your disguise. Who needs well I don't need who needs you?. Oh I believed you. Went on my knees to you. How I trusted you. But you turned me down. But it's dog eat dog in this rat race. And it leaves you bleeding lying flat on your face. Reaching out reaching out for a helping hand. Where is that helping hand?. I like it I like it. Well I don't need you. How I was pushed around. Don't let it get you down. You walked all over me. But don't you ever give in. Taking one step forward slipping two steps back. There's an empty feeling that you can't forget. Reaching out for a helping hand. When I met you you were always charming. Couldn't sleep at night 'till you were mine. You were oh so so sophisticated. Never interested in what I'd say. I had to swallow my pride. So naive you took me for a ride. But now I'm the one to decide