Heat's up, tea's brewed
Clothes strewn around the room
Looks like a
Are you ticklish
Or did I just hit a funny bone
Are
There's a new kind of dancing
That's gonna be the rage
You
Won't you give me all your limes
And I will give
I've seen the sidewalks
And I've been aware
Of all the lamps
I want to give you more
More and more
More and more
More
We lived up in Cambridge
And browsed in the hippest newsstands
The
Listening for your footsteps
Just waiting like a fool
Burning with a
It makes me smile
To think of what we dreamed of
Where
Something's going down like a waterfall
Some strong feeling's some old