You're adamant

So loose-limbed I give in

Although your bed is warm,

the worn springs the creak of regret

And lust is the thief who steals away while we were sleeping

Now you're doing my head in

The lines, the blinds are drawn

We are intimate strangers

I'm reborn, its a false dawn

Where we've been - I forget

And Saturday's fuss is just small town lust it's me I'm cheaten

Now you're doing my head in

And Saturday's fuss is just small town lust it's me I'm cheaten

Now you're doing my head in

Now you're doing my head in