One in a million
Two is a crowd
Three [bad word] Fours not allowed

I spent all night trying
To remember your address
Drawing lines around your body
Making marks on the mucky floor

Five little fingers
Six digit fix
My lucky seven
There are eight steps to my hips

I spent all night trying
To remember your address
Drawing lines around your body
Making marks on the mucky floor

Why did we have to meet
On the night I lost my head?
Why did we have to meet
On the night I lost my head?

One in a million
Two is a crowd
Three [bad word] Fours not allowed

I spent all night trying
To remember your address
Drawing lines around your body
Making marks on the mucky floor

Why did we have to meet
On the night I lost my head?
Why did we have to meet
On the night I lost my head?

You found me indiscreet
On the night I lost my head
You found me in the street
On the night I lost my head