Standard (EADGBE)

You're adamant, so loose limbed I give in.

 Although your bed is warm, the worn springs they creak of regret.

 And lust is the thief who steals away while we are sleeping.

 Now you're doing my head in.

The lines, the blinds are drawn, we are intimate strangers.

I'm reborn, it's a false dawn. Where we've been I forget.

And Saturday's fuss is just small town lust it's me

 I'm cheating.

 Now you're doing my head in.

 And Saturday's fuss is just small town lust it's me I'm cheating.

 Now you're doing my head in.

 Now you're doing my head in.