He moves like a flamenco dancer
He says its very comforting
Looking forward to tomorrow its the Horseshoe in the Glove
Rubbing salt in the wounds Its the words that are difficult
Looking forward to tomorrow its the Horseshoe in the Glove
She moves me She moves me She moves me
Theres a slip of the tongue and shes almost there
Ooh those anglo saxon nights
Looking forward to tomorrow its the Horseshoe in the Glove
Its hard to understand the things you say
And I dont believe you
And I cant believe you
She doesnt give a damn about me she says
Its my life Im wasting
Living as close as she does
He moves like a flamenco dancer
He says its very comforting
Looking forward to tomorrow its the Horseshoe in the Glove
Its the Horseshoe in the Glove
Its hard to understand the things you say
And I dont believe you
And I cant believe you
She moves me She moves me She moves me