No Time for Girls

Presents in Postie’s sack
You can smell cheap perfume 10 yards back
Flowers and a silver ring
A couple of phone calls at three in the morning
I’ve got no time for girls
I’ve got no time for…
Eyes follow everywhere
Love your leather trousers, love your long hair
Turn my lips pink to red
Frilly big pillowcases on my waterbed
No peace; in love with you now
In here, time slows right down
Now I can’t sleep at night
You’re touching me and kissing, holding me tight
I can’t go anywhere
Every time I turn around, you’re always there