Lyrics:

(DiffordTilbrook) 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