Sexy Singer Songboy
The lithely hands, the touch of gold
This sentimental child
Is perched upon your kitchen bench
While in the lounge you smile
Echo of his nervous fears
The one who's never shy
Still perched upon your kitchen bench
Beside him now you smile
The sexy singer songboy
Whose lithe hands touch like gold
This open fire, his needs desire
Just wants to scream hello.
The lithely hands, the touch of gold
This sentimental child
Is perched upon your kitchen bench
While in the lounge you smile
Echo of his nervous fears
The one who's never shy
Still perched upon your kitchen bench
Beside him now you smile
The sexy singer songboy
Whose lithe hands touch like gold
This open fire, his needs desire
Just wants to scream hello.