Sitting by the pool,
I'm waiting here in plain solitude
Count the people hanging
'round the neighbourhood
I can recognise the fence
between the girls and the guys
That's the local way
to keep their children wise

The night draws a picture
of you in my arms
The sound of the discos
and humming of the cars
That's alright
When [bad word] I will be open
to the touch of your love

There's a certain sound
when everything you need can be found
That fills your ears
when your little world [bad word] around
The hot African air
it doesn't seem to mind nor to care
to bring some coolness
on the sheets two lovers share

The night draws a picture
of you in my arms
The sound of the discos
and humming of the cars
That's alright
When [bad word] I will be open
to the touch of your love

The night draws a picture
of you in my arms
The sound of the discos
and humming of the cars
That's alright
When [bad word] I will be open
to the touch of your love

The night draws a picture
of you in my arms
The sound of the discos
and humming of the cars
That's alright
When [bad word] I will be open
to the touch of your love.