Now that the weather is clear

Now that the weather is clear

There's no more dress codes or baggages

City parks are hustling, midwives are singing

And it's a question of taste

If you wear the big or the small one

Because either way, you'll still look great -

Like you were poured into it

And it's such a fleeting thing

Heads turn, then back again

There's no question of you faking

A pleasure like this again

In bars and planes

They'll make their way to the top of the pile

Tighten up the seatbelt laws

We're heading for a head-on here

Cat's got your tongue

You'll talk through with someone

Sit and be in love with them

Sit and be in love with them

Cat's got your tongue

Don't talk through with someone

Sit and be in love with them

Teenager in love