Presents in Postie’s sacknYou can smell cheap perfume 10 yards backnFlowers and a silver ringnA couple of phone calls at three in the morningnn(Chorus)nI’ve got no time for girlsnI’ve got no time for...nnEyes follow everywherenLove your leather trousers, love your long hairnTurn my lips pink to rednFrilly big pillowcases on my waterbednn(Chorus)nnNo peace; in love with you nownIn here, time slows right downnnNow I can’t sleep at nightnYou’re touching me and kissing, holding me tightnI can’t go anywherenEvery time I turn around, you’re always therenn(Chorus)