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 our regrets and (till I get back) another bottle of good time Her body's over 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 We move slow And when I get to her lips I still have skin to expose Her body's over the covers And there's nothing wrong with a single inch And then we change positions She got me on my back Losing my common sense 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