Boxing or embracing menThe ceiling's so high at the PalacenMy blood is racing, I sighnLust pins me downnLust won't be quietnNoises, yes, words, nonJust the cider in your sweatnCan I keep your shirt? Yes.nnBend me over, eyebrow raisednThe rational response is to run awaynBut count to ten, I won't swaynBend me over, eyebrow raised nYou saw, you conquered and you camenYou won in a way, but it was a good game.nnHe's a killer, a knockout, a tiger.nnDancing or dictatingnIn dark corners it's bestnUp The RacketnMy moves are wasted, my breathnI know I'm beat, you know I've guessed itnMirror you, trip up - I am stupid in your starenPull me to your hips, yeh.nnWalking or frogmarchingnWe are saying our linesnDown Canal Street,nThe moon is bursting and brightnItching to gonNowhere we're goingnHappy, yes, plans, nonSpeaking patterns in the airnKiss me like a leading man, againnnBend me over, eyebrow raisednThe rational response is to run awaynBut count to ten, I won't sway.nBend me over, eyebrow raised nYou saw, you conquered and you camenYou won in a way, but it was a good game.nn1, 2, 3, 4, wham bamnI'm on the floor.n1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 nNo more.nHe's a killer, a knockout, a tiger.