Mae West (Home Session)

Ah, I wanna talk to you About nothing really, just wanna talk to you Ah, I wanna talk to you To tell you that I wanna tell you that I wanna tell you that When I get home on your lips I feel like a man with a packet of crisps Watching a show on TV on a red sexy sofa designed by Dalì Ah, I wanna talk to you About nothing really, just wanna talk to you Ah, I wanna talk to you To tell you that I wanna tell you that I wanna tell you that When your mouth opens like this I wanna open it more with a kiss And I don't really care about what they think If we're meant to be, like Gala and Dalì Mae West would be pleased If I kissed some more your lips 'Cause when you open your mouth like this how can I resist how can I resist I wanna kiss your lips and talk to you