Yes I know
The things we say
Between the sheets
That they are
Only meant
To keep the heat
Through the night
And that you hate
To get them quoted
And I can´t
Be such a fool
To imaging something else
All good things
Must come to an end
I don´t like
To be thrown away
Like an old
Dish-cloth
I´m hardly ever used
Just one night
But I should
Get a more realistic
View on things
Cos wishful thinking´s
Leading me astray
All good things
Must come to an end
The things we say
Between the sheets
That they are
Only meant
To keep the heat
Through the night
And that you hate
To get them quoted
And I can´t
Be such a fool
To imaging something else
All good things
Must come to an end
I don´t like
To be thrown away
Like an old
Dish-cloth
I´m hardly ever used
Just one night
But I should
Get a more realistic
View on things
Cos wishful thinking´s
Leading me astray
All good things
Must come to an end