Hmm, c'est si bon Lovers say that in France When they thrill to romance It means that it's so good Oh, c'est si bon So I say it to you Like the French people do Because it's oh-so good, ba-ba-doo, doo day Every word, every sigh

Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo I want something just like this Oh, I want something just like this How much you wanna risk? I'm not looking for somebody With some superhuman gifts Some superhero Some fairytale bliss Just something I can turn to

Doo wop a doo wop, shoopi doobi doo wop All night long She give me Katchi Well, well, well It's been such a long day I'm kinda tired, bring your soothing arms my way My back is achin' and my body sore Don't stop, honey, you know that I want more Oh

It's because of me She was right next door and I'm such a strong persuader That she was just another notch on my guitar She's gonna lose the man that really loves her In the silence I can hear their breaking hearts I can hear the couple fighting right

The office door closed early The hidden bottle came out The salesman turned to close the blinds A little slow now, a little stout But he's still heading down those tracks Any day now for sure Another day as drab as today Is more than a man can endure

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? 'Bout it, 'bout it Your body, your body is pure gold Is you 'bout it, 'bout it The way you prove you're 'bout it girl Stop telling those lies about me girl I might just call you back one day Swear to God, might fuck with this

And the rain fell down And the phone kept ringing And we made sweet love Follow it up in this strange grey town It was a filthy block of flats Trash was on the floor A stink was in my nose Hinges off the doors She took me in her room

(Gon' getchya, gon' shake ya) Hump de bump doop bodu Bump de hump doop bodu Bump de hump doop bop Hump de bump doop bop It must have been a hundred miles It's not about the smile you wear but The way we make out

Time stood still On the olive hill Once upon a lighting horse Riding through the universe Shedding light upon a thousand doors On his back the prophet sat Open-eyed not looking back 'Til they reach the sacred land There upon a golden square

See how he always wants to be around you See him walk out the door So that's how we live, in lavender and no affection It's all talk and lavender and no affection (No affection) It's our dream, lavender and no affection There's your man, there's your man