Eyes glued on you When walking down the avenue Or chewing your mum’s frozen stew We listen to your dad on immigration Well it’s true We don’t know what is coming next In a world that fosters oral sex And values disappear and things degrading In the lounge on the couch in the dark will I get my hands on you You’re my guy and I love you Paul Eyes glued on you and the collar of your turtle neck I’m breaking out in awful sweats And heaven knows I hate being persperated Well it’s true Life’s too short to fear heartbreaks So I’ll take you out to discotheques And everyone will know that we are mating In the lounge on the couch in the dark will I get my hands on you You’re my guy and I love you Paul Yet everybody knows we’re strangers in this town