Ah, I wanna talk to you

About nothing really, just wanna talk to you

Ah, I wanna talk to you

To tell you that I wanna tell you that I wanna tell you that

When I get home on your lips

I feel like a man with a packet of crisps

Watching a show on TV on a red sexy sofa designed by Dalì

Ah, I wanna talk to you

About nothing really, just wanna talk to you

Ah, I wanna talk to you

To tell you that I wanna tell you that I wanna tell you that

When your mouth opens like this

I wanna open it more with a kiss

And I don't really care about what they think

If we're meant to be, like Gala and Dalì

Mae West would be pleased

If I kissed some more your lips

'Cause when you open your mouth like this how can I resist how can I resist

I wanna kiss your lips and talk to you