In the corner by the D.J. unit 
The flag of beauty my eyes salute it, 
She likes love 
By luck or labour 
She likes love 
But not for favour - can't hold on 
She keeps her lips on the straw she's sucking 
Looks up to me but her eyes see nothing, 
Love's her stare 
The steps to her heart 
Love's the climb 
The bite not her bark. 
I pour the milk into the cat's saucer 
I'm John Wayne as I'm walking towards her, 
She'd like to dance 
But not this minute 
She's the fish I'd love to fillet. 
I draw first with a stammer of verbal 
We dance like pigeons forever in circle, 
She likes to dance 
Her cocktails shaken 
She likes love 
And it's temptation 

The lights flash green 
My envy lights up 
The lights just flash 
And I feel tied up, 
Love's for sale 
And I am sold on 
But there's no way 
That I can hold on 
I can't hold on