I think you already broke my cheekbone
So why get me drunk to pretend i need help with something
But just keep holding my arm,
You know i always walk red lights when i ain't sober
To run from my phobia
And you don't know i put on that dress
Because someone said it makes me look younger
And i don't know i put on that lipstick
Because someone once said it makes me look older,
Just because i don't know what you're into these days,
There's affection in so many ways,
There's affection in so many ways, dear.
I knew if they wouldn't let me into the bar you'd let me into your flat.
There's no dress-code and no age restriction for that.
So i like the white sofa but in my drunken rush i gotta be careful
With wine and body fluids and such and oh,
I like the kitchen but it needs a womanly touch
And i like the way you try to make me laugh
By trying to tell me stories i've already heard of
And i bend over and i bend over and i cough.
And i'm under the sheets and in a minute or two
I might fall asleep next to you
And in the morning i'm not gonna know where i am
But i'll see your face and pretend it's the good old days again.