Velvet morning
Misbehaving time
Silver lining
Lost in denim eyes
I need the deep end
You’re high and dry
I keep a locked jaw
But I soften every time

Good afar but far from good
Far too big for your boots
You came crawling back to me on Monday
With a plastic gun in your mouth
A bite like a bloodhound
Think I owe you a black eye from Sunday

He’s a cosmic joker, little older than me
He’s a modern lover dressed like the 70s
Has a silver ring on his little finger and I know what it means
I don’t know what he’s got but it’s rubbing off on me

The satisfaction
The rosie cheeks
A couple aces
Still up your sleeve
You’re always calling
When you’ve had a few
I say I don’t want it
But you know I do

Good afar but far from good
Far too big for your boots
You came crawling back to me on Monday
With a plastic gun in your mouth
A bite like a bloodhound
Think I owe you a black eye from Sunday

He’s a cosmic joker, little older than me
He’s a modern lover dressed like the 70s
Has a silver ring on his little finger and I know what it means
I don’t know what he’s got but it’s rubbing off on me