This was no wild story this was no fantasy this was not lust in the heat and dust of some hellhole by the sea Their eyes met at a party they danced into the dawn they hardly spoke but through the smoke a true romance was born call it love or call it lust but everyone could see this was not love from the stars above but Sexual Chemistry Call them George and Laura it was plain for all to see from the moment that he saw her they were gripped by destiny They moved out to the suburbs to start a family the house, the car, the budgerigar all on the H.P. call it love or call it lust but everyone could see this was not love from the stars above but Sexual Chemistry A car stops in the driveway he's late from work again and Laura sits, collects her wits and wonders if it ever will end The silhouetted window tells what it's all about and in their house by the side of the moon we can hear them scream and shout