Pretty girl, don’t you waste a word
For I can’t love you, Not ever
Take this afternoon, recall our sexual mood
But, I’m not loving you, not ever
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
See that southern sky, drifting past the lights
It won’t touch you or I, not ever
Ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh
Other The Proclaimers songs:
all The Proclaimers songs all songs from 1988