Whilst other couples look for love
In a love so obviously dead
Ours still takes us by surprise
Like a bar-stool over the head
Whilst she cowers away in a cupboard
And he cowers away in the shed
Ours still takes us from behind
Like a bar-stool over the head
We could swap this helta-skelter ride
And take tranquility instead
But excitement and uncertainty
Are the girl you actually wed
For so many love is a minefield
Spent fearing where you tread
But ours just flies accross the room
Like a bar-stool aimed at head
And if your down on your luck
Just duck
Chances it'll probably miss
And if it ever hits
And your head splits
It's a hell of a good night kiss
A hell of a good night kiss
And the day you feel like ordinary loving
When we've grown too old for the stools
We can bring our bruised bodies together
And start loving like ordinary fools
And the day you feel like ordinary loving
When we've grown too old for the stools
We can bring our bruised bodies together
And start loving like ordinary fools