Crawlin'

(album: Constrictor - 1986)

Your dress is hanging on a hook on the door
My jeans are lying in a pile on the floor, yeah
Flat on my back, trying to catch my breath
When we were rocking tonight
I thought that we were gonna rock to death
But what's that in your eyes?
I'm no longer paralysed
Here we go again
Crawling, you come crawling to me
I go crawling to you
We come crawling
You come crawling to me
I go crawling to you
Your hair is tangled and your lipstick is gone
You're stretched out, calling my name
With just your high heels on
We hunt each other on our hands and our knees
Well I'm an alley cat
And you're a hot little Siamese
But what's that in your eyes?
I'm no longer paralysed
Here we go again
Crawling, you come crawling to me
I go crawling to you
We come crawling
You come crawling to me
I go crawling to you