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