Put on your necklace, put on your dress. Pull on those tights on the legs that I like. Polish your shoes, gloss up those lips. Step to the beat and hang on my hips. This jubilee won't you dance the night with me? Because I love you, don't go. Because I love you, don't go. I need you, to hold. I love you, don't go. Sweep up the debris, the withered balloons. The poppers the streamers that we let off too soon. I saw your eyes roll, I heard you sigh. I know the signs when you want to cry. This jubilee won't you dance the night with me? Because I love you, don't go. Because I love you, don't go. I need you, to hold. I love you, don't go. When I'm away from home, you crackle on the telephone. You coo and you purr on the line, you make me quiver inside. And when I touch down at Heathrow, I get in my car and I go. Right through to Hammersmith town, Battersea Bridge and then down, Nine Elms and Kennington Lane, The Old Kent Road, The Blackwell Tunnel approach, And then North to your home.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
