Left her at home in the cold London night She had nothing on (not a stitch) Nothing on (not a stitch on) And she stays that way til I get back with regrets and (til I get back) Another bottle of good times 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 (x4) 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 (x2) Lay on the bright lights (x5)