Lyrics:

We should spend the night in a small hotel like this

Drinking champagne in it

We could drive your car through the east end streets to the city

And still make a day of it

Take all I have I've no secrets left to steal

What would you give me for a trip behind your steering wheel


I need high heels just to stand up

Got to carry some stairs to get near enough

I need some wheels to move you around

I've borrowed some tools to chisel you down

Tie me up and I'll confess

A thousand ways that make you statuesque


And it won't last for long better do you worst

While I'll forgive you of anything

Oh your so rehearsed

'cos some wise guy built you pretty

So you'd get away with it


Take all I have I've no secrets left to steal

What would you give me for a trip behind your steering wheel