Lyrics

Now that the weather is clear Now that the weather is clear There's no more dress codes or baggages City parks are hustling, midwives are singing And it's a question of taste If you wear the big or the small one Because either way, you'll still look great - Like you were poured into it And it's such a fleeting thing Heads turn, then back again There's no question of you faking A pleasure like this again In bars and planes They'll make their way to the top of the pile Tighten up the seatbelt laws We're heading for a head-on here Cat's got your tongue You'll talk through with someone Sit and be in love with them Sit and be in love with them Cat's got your tongue Don't talk through with someone Sit and be in love with them Teenager in love