(difford/tilbrook)
In the corner by the d.j. unit
The flag of beauty my eyes salute it,
She likes love
By luck or labour
She likes love
But not for favour - can't hold on
She keeps her lips on the straw she's s**ing
Looks up to me but her eyes see nothing,
Love's her stare
The steps to her heart
Love's the climb
The bite not her bark.
I pour the milk into the cat's saucer
I'm john wayne as i'm walking towards her,
She'd like to dance
But not this minute
She's the fish i'd love to fillet.
I draw first with a stammer of verbal
We dance like pigeons forever in circle,
She likes to dance
Her co*ktails shaken
She likes love
And it's temptation
The lights flash green
My envy lights up
The lights just flash
And i feel tied up,
Love's for sale
And i am sold on
But there's no way
That i can hold on
I can't hold on