Singing along with your favourite song
You pull the covers around
I pay the price you know I sacrifice
You kick my head out of bounds
If I get set up, you get het up
Slow down
It's such a disgrace
But then we're so chaste
Baby
You've got your 8mm going
For your private showing
You never cease to astound
And readin' next week's papers
So you're wise to all the capers
You ain't a queen
But you still wear the crown
If I get set up, you get het up
Slow down
It's such a disgrace
But then we're so chaste
Baby
You just a baby
Gunna leave me just a take me... away... right now. most definitely
(?)
Singing along with your favourite song
You say I don't fit the mould
You're disillusioned but with no regrets
You've made my coffee go cold
If I get set up, you get het up
Slow down
It's such a disgrace
But then we're so chaste
Baby
You just a baby
Gunna leave me just a take me... away... right now. most definitely
(?)
My coffee's gone cold
(oh baby)
My coffee's gone cold
(oh baby oh baby)
My coffee's gone cold
My coffee's gone cold
My coffee's gone cold
My coffee's gone cold
My coffee's gone cold
Writer(s): Simon John Binks
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