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You've got something on your mind, and so have I

I wanna be yours

Arabella's got a 70's head, but she's a modern lover. It's an exploration, she's made of outer space

I knew this would be on the cards, I knew you wouldn't fold

Unfair we're not somewhere misbehavin' for days.

Have you got colour in your cheeks? Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift? The type that sticks around like summat in your teeth?

And to all those fellas out there that were just too cool to wave their arms in the Pretty Visitors chorus... This one's for your girlfriend.

But I want you hard

Not sure if I should show you what I've found

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

Stop the world 'cause I wanna...

I wanna be yours

And the fuse is fireside

I wanna be yours, baby.

It's a year ago since I drank miniature whiskey and we shared your Coke

Hold your hair in deep devotion

Do I wanna know?

And a Helter Skelter 'round her little finger and I ride it endlessly

And I thought I was yours forever

Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new