If you’re in the mood for love, have we got a treat for you! (And if you hate this example of consumerism at it’s baldest, now’s your chance to fight back.)
Hair as fair as the night’s airLips as red as a bleeding ratTongue as sharp as an untuned harpShe’s every nightmare’s dream come…
My head held high, my eyes turned lowI take my time ’cos I don’t know youOr what this means, or who we areOr how each small step can feel…
I want your smileI want your touchI want your timeI want your love