Down In The Street Below

Press the doorbell and push the door
Climb the darkened stairwell to the second floor
She'll be waiting for you in her dressing-gown
With the drink she poured you when she heard the sound
Watch the film, eat the food she cooked
Talk of how the film ain't half as good as the book
Kiss her sleepy eyes closed and say "it's time"
To slip beneath the shadows of the bedroom blinds

 

Well it's always a pleasure and never a chore
But you just don't know whether you're doing it for the right reasons
It's cold...