So loose limbed I give in
Although your bed is warm
The worn springs they creak of regret

And lust is the thief who steals away
While we were sleeping
Now you''re doing my head in

The lines, the blinds are drawn
We are intimate strangers
I''m reborn, it''s a false dawn
Where we''ve been, I forget

And Saturday''s fuss is just small town lust
It''s me I''m cheating
Now you''re doing my head in

Now you''re doing my head in