97 Lovers

Ninety-seven lovers

Twisted out of shape

And just one kiss

Could set them straight

Ninety-seven lovers

Twisted out of shape

And just one kiss

Could set them straight

I know a woman

With a picture of roger moore

In a short towel and dressing-gown

Pinned to her bedroom wall

She married a man

Who works on a building site

Now they make love beneath roger

Every friday night

Ninety-seven lovers

Twisted out of shape

And just one kiss

Could set them straight

Ninety-seven lovers

Rose to meet the sun

And when the day was over

There were only ninety-one

Another I know

Well she laughs too loud with her friends

Playing it safe on the surface

To give her heart time to mend

And then one day without warning

He walks unannounced through the door

And he picks her heart up off the table

And he watches it smash on the floor

Ninety-seven lovers

Twisted out of shape

And just one kiss

Could set them straight

Ninety-seven lovers

Rose to meet the sun

And when the day was over

There were only ninety-one