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