Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight

Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight

I know a woman with a picture of Roger Moore

in a short towel and dressing-gown pinned to her bedroom wall

She married a man who works on a building site

Now they make love beneath Roger every Friday night Oh

Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight

Ninety-seven lovers rose to meet the sun

And when the day was over there were only ninety-one

Another I know

Well, she laughs too loud with her friends

Playing it safe on the surface to give her heart time to mend

And then one day without warning he walks unannounced through the door

And he picks her heart up off the table and he watches it smash on the floor

Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight

Ninety-seven lovers rose to meet the sun

And when the day was over there were only ninety-one.