We can do it nice and slow. . Six o'clock it's gettin' dark. And do all alone. So dim the lights, lock the door. Baby, come on. . 'Cos I've waited for this moment for so long.
I hear my father shouting at my mother. In the room next door. He's always threatening to pack his bags. 'Cause he can't take it anymore. And my brother's anorexic.