White Mystery

Left her at home in the cold London night

She had nothing on

Not a stitch

Nothing on

Not a stitch on

And she stays that way

Till I get back

With our regrets and

Till I get back

Another bottle of good time

Her body's over the covers

And there's nothing wrong with a single inch

And in the same position

Laying on her back

Waiting for a kiss

A kiss that she gets

Long and slow

Starts at her toes

And then it goes and goes

And goes and goes and goes

We move slow

And when I get to her lips

I still have skin to expose

Her body's over the covers

And there's nothing wrong with a single inch

And then we change positions

She got me on my back

Losing my common sense

Lay under bright lights

You can't hear the music

But we're playing the same tune

Each beat every note

Played perfectly by you

Lay under bright lights