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