Darling

Darling, I know you’re thinking
Yes, no, have I been drinking
I get off on your sweet kisses darling
 
Darling, when you can’t see me
I get sea-sick oh baby
Nothing cures me like you do, oh darling
 
Oh what can I do?
Cos I’m in heaven every time I’m with you
Which means that every other time I’m in Hell
With other people just like Jean-Paul Satre said, he said so
 
Darling, I know I’m slurring
My words, but still I’m yearning
For your touch & one quick cwtch, oh darling
 
Believe what I’m fed
The sacred order of the easily lead
Whenever you’re away that’s when I go wrong
You are my Bernie, I’m your Elton John
 
Just one more kiss
Or just one more little soft flick of your wrist
Sorry but you here makes me into a letch
Turns all the alphabet to X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X 
 
Darling, je sais que tu penses 
Oui, non, est-ce que j’ai bu
Tu m’allumes avec tes baisers, darling
Tu m’allumes avec tes baisers, darling 
Tu m’allumes avec tes baisers, darling