Hold me down in straight jackets,
dress me up in dinner jackets.

Hold my hand as we meander through the crowds,
squeeze my fingertips as we fly through the clouds.

Release your grip on reality,
lock lips and tongue kiss until we reach a moment of clarity.


Look at me differently with each glance,
epitomise your heartbeat with the footsteps of dance. 


Step on my toes and break my bones...

This could be our last chance for romance.
This could be our last chance for romance.