A Lover’s Weekend

In your girlish room you're starved for love
Again you were so close, you (???)
And off you went

He just look at you
You then look at him
You look for a friend
A lover's weekend
You can always pretend
It could happen here in your girlish room

In your girlish room nothing ever seems to happen to you
The posted worlds, the untidy bed could make someone happy

Here he comes and you're in heaven
It's such a pity you have to be home by eleven
I guess he feels the same
I'm sure he feels the same

He just look at you
You then look at him
You look for a friend
A lover's weekend
You can always pretend
It could happen here
You look for a friend
A lover's weekend
You can always pretend
It could happen here in your girlish room