(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




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