Thrill of Making Out - Erato

Although strangers each and every Friday night

In dark corners, for the thrill of making out

We’d meet, even though I’d rather be

There with someone else, and so would he

Aaaaaaah

Aaaaaaah

Things aren’t pretty in the naked light of day

I move closer, but I’d rather turn away

Pounding headache and my clothes are on the floor

He’s not as handsome as I thought the night before

Our eyes meet, and we both know that I’ve been

Dreaming of someone else and so has he

Aaaaaaah

Aaaaaaah

Easy comfort and without having to speak

He knows as well as me I’ll be back again next week