Six digit fix
My lucky seven
There are eight steps to my hips

I spent all night trying
To remember your address
Drawing lines around your body
Making marks on the mucky floor

Why did we have to meet
On the night I lost my head?
Why did we have to meet
On the night I lost my head?

One in a million
Two is a crowd
Three is company
Fours not allowed

I spent all night trying
To remember your address
Drawing lines around your body
Making marks on the mucky floor

Why did we have to meet
On the night I lost my head?
Why did we have to meet
On the night I lost my head?

You found me indiscreet
On the night I lost my head
You found me in the street
On the night I lost my head