(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 sucking
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 cocktails 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