Whilst other couples look for love In a love so obviously dead Ours still takes us by surprise Like a bar-stool over the head Whilst she cowers away in a cupboard And he cowers away in the she'd Ours still takes us from behind Like a bar-stool over the head We could swap this helta-skelter ride And take tranquility instead But excitement and uncertainty Are the girl you actually wed For so many love is a minefield Spent fearing where you tread But ours just flies across the room Like a bar-stool aimed at head And if your down on your luck Just duck Chances it'll probably miss And if it ever hits And your head splits It's a hell of a good night kiss A hell of a good night kiss And the day you feel like ordinary loving When we've grown too old for the stools We can bring our bruised bodies together And start loving like ordinary fools And the day you feel like ordinary loving When we've grown too old for the stools We can bring our bruised bodies together And start loving like ordinary fools