Left her at home in the cold London nightnShe had nothing on (not a stitch)nNothing on (not a stitch on)nAnd she stays that way (til I get back)nWith her regrets and (til I get back)nAnother bottle of good timesnnHer body's over the coversnAnd there's nothing wrong with a single inch and the same positionnLaying on her back waiting for a kissnnA kiss that she getsnLong and slow, starts at her toesnAnd then it goes (and goes) and goes (and goes) and goes (and goes) and goes (and goes)nAnd moves slow (slow, slow)nAnd when I get to her lips I still have skin to explorennHer body's over the coversnAnd there's nothing wrong with a single inch and then we change positionsnShe's got me on my back losing common sensennLay under bright lights (x4)nnYou can't hear the music but we're playing the same tunenEach beat, every note played perfectly by younnLay under bright lights (x2)nnLay under bright lights (x5)