Meat in the Cloth

You can feel my pulse as she puts on her face,
I'm in love with sex, how I want it to be.
I can't sleep at night as I wrestle and fight
With the pillow that lonely nights comforts me.

Taking stock of the clothes you wear,
Please take note, colour of hair.
Asking people, who you know,
Do you like the cut? But on with the show!

Well, you say she's got the dress,
She knows what girls are made of.
You know she's got the style,
She says so and she want's you all to know.

Listen to the music:
Meat in the Cloth
1990 - 3:09 - BM180

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© John Buckingham 1990