Stop making the eyes at me And I'll stop making the eyes at you And what it is that surprises me Is that I don't really want you to And your shoulders
I'm going back to 505 If it's a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs
He knew what he wanted to say But he did not want to word it The dirty little Herbert Was thinking an escape But the place was well guarded The guiltiness
Running off over next door's garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun The confidence is the balaclava
Old yellow bricks, love's a risk Quite the little escapoligist Looked so miffed, when you wished For a thousand places better than this You are the fugitive
Brian, top marks for not tryin' So kind of you to bless us With your effortlessness We're grateful and so strangely comforted And I wonder, are you puttin
If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers Three hundred and fifty 'no thank you's' and nobody flinches Go on girl, go on, give us something
Despair to the point where they provoke The punchline before they have told the joke The sheer desperation to be seen Staring at the television screen
Do the bad thing Take off your wedding ring But it won't make it that much easier It might make it worse Oh the night's like a whirlwind Somebody's girlfriend
Try and think of something colorful for this season Pull the wool over the gullible for no reason You are all I have these days, shake it up and run away
Well the morning was complete There was tears on the steering wheel, dripping on the seat Several hours or several weeks I'd have the cheek to say they
The painted faces congregate In the mating season The second hopes, they go alone In no rush to reason And there's a fountain And a scimitar Shaped yellow
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Well, I wrote my number down I never wrote it down before Was gonna bring it over like something from a film But I didn't have the
Made me kiss you with a whisper And violently you swung through an unfamiliar tongue Couldn't listen to tradition Grab me by the wrist to silently insist
Up from the pastures of boredom out from the sea of discontent they come in packs like hungry hounds the seekers of the dark enchantment. They haunt
Both sides In softly came the growl from both sides And if his whisper splits the mist Just think of what he's capable of with his kiss Nice try You
Well, just put your dukes up John May I put your dukes up John You were preened and sanitized Struck dumb by good advice Your integrity was bruised Your
You used to get it in your fishnets so now you only get it in your night dress Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness Landed in a very common crisis
