Left her at home in the cold London night   Had nothing on   (Not a stitch)   Nothing on   (Not a stitch on)      And she stays that way   'Til I get back with her regrets and   ('Til I get back)   Another bottle of good time      Her body's under the covers   And there's nothing wrong with a single inch   And the same position   Laying on her back, waiting for a kiss      A kiss that she gets   Long and slow, starts at her toes      And then it goes and goes   And goes and goes and goes and goes   (And goes and goes)   And moves slow   (Slow, slow)      And when I get to her lips   I still have skin to explore      Her body's under the covers   And there's nothing wrong with a single inch   And then we change positions   She's got me on my back, losing common sense      Lay on the bright lights   Lay on the bright lights   Lay on the bright lights   Lay on the bright lights      You can't hear the music   But we're playing the same tune   Each beat, every note   Played perfectly by you      Lay on the bright lights   Lay on the bright lights      Lay on the bright lights   Lay on the bright lights   Lay on the bright lights   Lay on the bright lights   Lay on the bright lights