Two lips pout,too cold for kissing
Smoke pouring out,fireplace is hissing
The perfect night
The ideal bride
Everything tried,everything missing
We sat on the bed
It was dark
Everything,everything,everything he said was dead
On,on,on eaten,kissin’,kissin’
I went down for my midnight session
To find someone,baby, to cure my obsession
He said, come on let me read your palm
Nights get long in my profession
We sat on the bed and it was totally dark
But everything he said,he said get down
Everything is set up missing
Missing,missing
Two
Oh,oh,oh
Geit it on,get,get it on
Everything is
No complaints,long black train
To ride you blind to end of the line
There I might find
Everything…