Sex

He said we could talk about gossip,
We could talk about lies
He said we could talk about rumours,
We could do whatever I like

Then he said "let's stop with all the talking,
why not try something new?"
Because there's no need for any talking
in what we’re about to do

Rest your pretty head, your pretty head
Don't trouble your pretty head, your pretty head

You know I'm all for conversation
I'm really quite romantic, you know
But why not get right to the point
It's not that often we're left alone
No offense but when you get going,
you really can be quite a bore
Now please don't take this to the wrong way,
but my ears are getting sore Rest your pretty head, your pretty head
Don't trouble your pretty head, your pretty head
Oh rest, your pretty head, your pretty head
Don't trouble your pretty head, your pretty head

We spent a winter and a spring,
just listening not talking
Come rain or wind or shine
And no, I never told you that the conversations
in my head helped me to pass the time

Oh, rest your pretty head, your pretty head
Don't trouble your pretty head
Oh rest your pretty head, your pretty head
Don't trouble your pretty head