Upstairs Box - Triggerfinger

S-s-s-so untidy, lord almighty

Lose me in your big mess

Tickle every nerve roll around the curve

Hidin' into overdress

All these looks and smiles

They carry on for miles

Drifting in and out of doorways

Easy-be, if it was up to me

I’d stir the flames a little higher

So shady, down to the bottom of your upstairs box

S-s-s-so untidy, lord almighty

Slide into your overdress

Tickle every nerve roll around the curve

Hiding in your big mess

So shady, down to the bottom of your upstairs box

So shady, down to the bottom down down to the bottom down

S-s-s-so untidy

L-L-L-Lord almighty