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