White Mystery - Minus The Bear

Left her at home in the cold London night

She had nothing on (not a stitch)

Nothing on (not a stitch on)

And she stays that way till I get back with regrets and (till I get back)

Another bottle of good times

Her body's under the covers

And there's nothing wrong with a single inch

And in the same position

Laying on her back waiting for a kiss

A kiss that she gets

Long and slow, starts at her toes

And then it goes and goes and goes and goes and goes and goes and goes and goes

And moves slow

And when I get to her lips I still have skin to explore

Her body's under the covers

And there's nothing wrong with a single inch and then we change positions

She's got me on my back losing common sense

Lay under bright lights

Lay under bright lights

Lay under bright lights

Lay under bright lights

You can't hear the music but we're playing the same tune

Each beat, every note played perfectly by you

Lay under bright lights

Lay under bright lights

Lay under bright lights

Lay under bright lights

Lay under bright lights

Lay under bright lights

Lay under bright lights