You've got the cans,
and I've got my hands on your face.
You brush past my breast,
can't wait for the rest.
Can finally feel this heart beating
Whisper in my ear about leaving
They all know what's happening.

Door buzzer. Butterflies flutter.
You shout Baby through the intercom
and I'm on fire.
Tangled limbs sleep
Limping late for work again.

Still wondering when's the end.

Hanging over the sofa, singing along
Hanging on your every word
Dancing to the band, Friday Nights
Two Tequila too far
Green-eyed.

No. This is not a fight.

God's gift, with shitty covers
Take me away, under the covers.
No more midnight lovers
Because I've got you now, babe.

I feel warm.
Not hot, but safe,
I can't move at a reasonable pace.
Suddenly I need you to breathe -
Can't let you leave.

Fights in Christmas cracker hats
Vision blurry
In a vodka-fuelled fury.
You don't call me Baby
You no longer want to save me.
Forced smiles.
Me scattered round your tiny flat
I've infected you -
You don't like that.