Из альбома: Who's Fooling Who?
Mischief in the corner with her new york grin
Gazing in the mirror at all those irishmen
They're all talking about the crash and the state of the dream
While I start melting and thinking of sin
Turn up on the doorstep with her lipstick in heat
Roll around the radio it's an occasion to be
Pouring out the cream let the black cat sleep
There's just the two of us holding up the sea
What we talk about when we talk about love
What we do
What we talk about when we talk about love
What we do when we talk about love
All the girls and boys out walking on the strip
Wishing with their eyes and hunger in their hips
They're all hoping for the joys of saturday night
But the big rains are coming and there's no room inside
Passion is a colour of the deepest red
Some people call it crimson well me I don't care
I'm only in it for a glimpse in a lifetime of looking
Of a black cat sleeping across your bed
What we talk about when we talk about love
What we do
What we talk about when we talk about love
What we do when we talk about love
Now I'm sitting in a car on a wide open road
There's just me and her and a borrowed radio
Playing
What we talk about when we talk about love
What we do
What we talk about when we talk about love
What we do when we talk about love