Mr. Kyle

Left her at home in the cold London night. She had nothing on. (not a stich) Nothing on (not a stich on) And she stays that way (till I get back) With all regrets and (till I get back) Another bottle of Good timesHer body’s under the covers And there’s nothing wrong with a single inch In the same position Laying on her back waiting for a kissA kiss that she gets, long and slow Starts at her toes,and then it goes And goes, and goes, and goes And goes, and goes, and goes And moves slow And when get to her lips I still have skin to exposeHer body’s under the covers And there’s nothing wrong with a single inch And then we change positon She’s got me on my back Losing common sense, They are bright lights