Stephen Duffy She Loves It
I can't remember when it began
There never was a better plan
Just let it grow and let it spread
Let the freedom creep inside your head
Take me home to meet your quilt
Take me home but leave the guilt
She loves it and it makes us stronger
Till I can't do it any longer
She loves it and I'm gonna linger
Where I've got my finger
Every time I hear your name
Will I always feel the same?
I am driven to you but I would walk
I love your morals, the champagne cork
That you kept to get us close one day
It's got us close in every way
When the conversation turns to love
I know who she's thinking of
She loves it
But she doesn't bother
That I really love her
There's a fire in the garden, toxic leaves
Some old love letters and a Christmas tree
But nothing's cooking, the kitchen's cold
A box of biscuits and a marigold
When the taxi time comes along
Always get the number wrong
