Postcards from Amsterdam,
Phone calls from Birmingham
To tell me only how you miss me
Received your telegram,
Now you said: "Here I am"
The way you hold and kiss me

Oh darling, darling, darling,
Leave a little love for later on
Darling, darling, darling,
So that you [bad word] back when you've gone
I idolise
Your magic eyes
And I imagine all the good things
We will do (We will do)

Darling, darling, darling,
Leave a little secret under shown
Darling, darling, darling,
So that you [bad word] again for more
My [bad word] fancy free
And I imagine all the good things
We will do (We will do)

It's been a long-long time
And you and me will climb
The mountains and the hills of passion
Soft satin skin to skin
Oh, what a mood I'm in
Bewitched by one impression