Left her at home in the cold London night
She had nothing on (not a stitch)
Nothing on (not a stitch on)
And she stays that way (till I get back)
With our regrets and (till I get back) another bottle of good time
[Chorus]
Her body's over the covers
And there's nothing wrong with a single inch
And in the same position
Laying on her back
Waiting for a kiss
A kiss that she gets
Long and slow
Starts at her toes
And then it goes and goes
And goes and goes and goes
We move slow
And when I get to her lips
I still have skin to expose
[Chorus]
Lay under bright lights
You can't hear the music
But we're playing the same tune
Each beat, every note
Played perfectly by you
Lay under bright lights
