Frenchy, I'm faking, been longing to stir you up Changing looks slightly like back in the '90s Far and away, well, we'll whistle delayed delights The prospect of lightning was ever so frightening ♪ She said your kisses are nice but I'm looking for hills to roll Down with abandon and no understanding I borrowed your suitcase and filled it with pearls and gold You let me down lightly, I killed you politely