Check Out the Morals on Her
These dreams are killing me
And I’m losing sleep over the simple things
Tell me are you available
To play the starring role of Angel
Oh dear
Check out the morals on her
She’s got a record of dressing up on Sundays
Oh lovely lady love me
Ladies like lemmings all the same
But this one, no not this one
You’d have to be a criminal
Not to appreciate her modesty
At home
We were young and innocent
Take it back
Cause I don’t believe in gravity any more
Damn right
Lovely lady love me
Wake me up,
Give me something to
Make me know
Why you mean so much to me