Electric Love Letters

I don't trust the way she moves
She sold the devil his first pair of big black boots
And a Gucci spacesuit
I saw her first doing the tango
While an elderly gentleman played flamenco
To a 143 tempo
She was head to toe in leather
I informed her, of course, that it would be my pleasure
To be used at her leisure
But suddenly it's nearly three
I try calling you up but you must be asleep
So I leave my message at the beep
And I say

Baby I've been drinking and I've been thinking
About how perfect you look when we fight
So I thought I'd call you
Because baby you're gorgeous
And I wanna throw stones at your window tonight
Because you're so 80's and I'm so crazy
And the way you say my name keeps replaying in my head
I wanna lay you down on my unmade bed
Who says romance is dead?

She's got a cocaine tan
Get out of her way she's so bacchanalian
She's a renaissance man
I made myself a little dough
I thought I'd take her out for a soup and sandwich combo
Like a sweet little Romeo
Oh look I don't want to scare you
But I wanna take you on a peddle boat to South America
Babe I want to marry you
But Jesus Christ It's nearly three
We've played this game before so I know you're asleep
But I leave my message at that beep
And I say

Baby I've been drinking and I've been thinking
About how perfect you look when we fight
So I thought I'd call you
Because baby you're gorgeous
And I wanna throw stones at your window tonight
Because you're so 80's and I'm so crazy
And the way you say my name keeps replaying in my head
I wanna lay you down on my unmade bed
Who says romance is dead?



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Joyce
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