She’s got some soul,
His mohair jumper’s punk rock
He’s on the dole.
She working in the shoe shop.
They’re modern lovers on the town tonight…
He’s on the road.
She’s waiting by the bus stop,
He’s rock n’ roll.
She’s dressed in finest Top Shop.
And every night’s another Saturday night…
Breathe…Oh won’t you let me in?
I want to touch your skin…
I want to show ‘round the town tonight and… Breathe…Oh just remember this….
A kiss is just a kiss…
I want you running wild….Oooo…..
He’s on the run,
This girl just wants some fun and..
He’s Disco Tex,
She wears her best stillettoes.
And every night’s another Saturday night.
They’re on the town,
Bright lights and neon signs.
They’re coming down…
White lights and whiter lines.
They are doomed lovers on a Saturday night.
Breathe…Oh won’t you let me in?
I want to touch your skin…
I want to show ‘round the town tonight and… Breathe…Oh just remember why….
A lie is just a lie…
I want you running wild….Oooo…..
Breathe…At the Lady Bump Discotech.
Cheap perfume and cheap sex,
Getting high on dodgy exstacy with me and
Breathe, make it up as we go along.
It’s the singer not the song, It’s another shade of wrong….
But it feels so right to me.