Just when things are getting complicated in the eye of the storm. She flicks a red-hot revelation off the tip of her tongue. It does a dozen somersaults and leaves you supercharged.
Made me kiss you with a whisper. And violently you swung through an unfamiliar tongue. Couldn't listen to tradition. Grab me by the wrist to silently insist.
It's sped up to the point where they provoke. The punchline before they have told the joke. Can see a desperation to be seen. Staring at the television screen.
Well we were kissing. It was secret. We'd had to sneak beyond the kitchen. Both well aware that there'd be trouble. If the manager should find us. You'd got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand.
Now I know jealousy. I caught you talking to the real me. Can't tell you how unhappy that shit makes me. If you hear him calling, promise you'll ignore him.