(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