Come on baby - I want your milt

Come back tomorrow, I wont be getting home till then
Come back tomorrow, well trip the light fantastic in my bed

Dont you know that its true, my hair was an igloo
Built from varnish and glue
All the love in the world could never heal it

Come round tomorrow, take my advice and bring a silver comb
If you still love me, well sit a while between the shows

And they said that its true, brighton pier holds a message for you
All the seagulls that fly there whisper it softly
Well you got to wear it out, one false move will let it fall out
Yeah you gotta let it out, dont leave it hanging all about

And if your heartbeats are round youll know that you are breathing
All these thoughts are profound, they take us up to touch the ceiling

Come back tomorrow, well trip the light fantastic in my bed