(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 - cant hold on
She keeps her lips on the straw shes sucking
Looks up to me but her eyes see nothing,
Loves her stare
The steps to her heart
Loves the climb
The bite not her bark.
I pour the milk into the cats saucer
Im john wayne as Im walking towards her,
Shed like to dance
But not this minute
Shes the fish Id 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 its temptation
The lights flash green
My envy lights up
The lights just flash
And I feel tied up,
Loves for sale
And I am sold on
But theres no way
That I can hold on
I cant hold on