You’re a cloud short of heaven
I can feel a strange attraction
It’s a quarter to seven
Yeah, and it’s getting frustrating
I’m sitting here waiting
And I’m sitting here waiting
But I can’t spur you into action
Got to, go to the garage
Now it’s getting light
You’re a cloud short of heaven
We’ve been up all night
Yeah, I’m tired of debating
I'm sitting here waiting
Don’t you think we’ve stayed up half the night?
But you know I want you to be mine
Got to get some fags and make some tea
Can you lend me enough wedge
Do you want to walk up there with me?
We could be, oh, so happy
Sure not alone
Yeah, and it could be X-rated
But I’d love to see you strut your stuff
But so on my own, oh
[Incomprehensible]
