And she was walking on the tables in the glasshouse
And verily bedraggled in the wind
Subtle in her method of seduction
Twenty little tragedies begin

And she would throw a feather boa in the road
If she thought that it would set the scene
Unfittingly dipped into your companions
Enlightened them to make you see

And there’s affection to end
The age of the understatement
Before the attraction forments
Kiss me properly and pull me apart
Affection to rent
The age of the understatement
But before this attraction ferments
Kiss me properly and pull me apart