Click click then you hang the phone upnAfter talking late into the daylightnTelling stories how we'd like to do itnThe mind can be a playground if you use itnShe could go down on me in a theaternI'd stroke her head, look round over my shouldernWe'd get kicked out we'd walk along the piernI'd try to get my hand under her jumpernn[Chorus]nYes I could lose yanIf I choose tonWhy would I wanna do that?nYes I could lose yanIf I choose tonWhy would I wanna do that?nnDrip drip the rain upon my windownWanna lay down still and just be near younGet the keys and take the Karmann GhianAlong the coast to buy a couple of beersnShe could dance and look across the waternDream of ways to run away togethernThe sun sets and glows across the oceannShooting star reminds us that it feels goodnn[Chorus]