I love screwing in the backseat of your car. Touching you up in the cinema, the way that your pants are always too tight. How you never give it up without a fight. // I love everything, Oh I love everything. And I know you do to, and that's why your here. And while your here, all my fears disappear. They disappear. // I love the way you talk to men, and the crazy things you do in the pig-pen. Though you're home till late, there's always an open sign at your gate.