Well, I've been thinking about the last weekend When we were alone I switched the lights But Mister Polite, you must have gone and left your eyes at home Making plans and holding my hand Sends shivers down my spine What's coming next? Oh, let me take a guess You want to know my sign?
It's thirty-five It's raining outside Let's jump into your car Hide your keys Get down on your knees And I'll just sit back looking at the stars Oh god, I hate these dinner dates They're useless like your shirt So take it off Come under the cloth Oh, wake me for dessert