The sheets are warm and the ink is dry
The children are in their bed and everything's outside
The moon is out and the tele's on
The refrigerator is home and tea is yet to come
She pops the call because it starts to rain
And she ask if I'm alone again
Is this a shot and indeed it is
But if the act is at themselves
Give the girls a little tiny more of this
The match is off for us to go beside
There is a victory that lends itself to such a night
He takes a peek he takes a peek
And he ask if this is a joke or just me
Is this a down and indeed it is
But if the parts that they write themselves
Give the boys a little tiny piece of this
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Is this a down and indeed it is
Is this a down but of course it is
And if the story writes itself
The boys and girls get a piece of this