Imagine me waiting in your dressing room,
only I know just how to get to you.
Talking my way into the hotel bar,
sipping martini like a born star.
Heating you up and cooling you down,
making you blush whenever I'm around.
Put your hands on my hips,
And you wait, and you wait,
Wait, and you wait, then it's over
Wait, and you wait, then it's over
Imagine me waiting for a second run
Making my way into the hotel bar
Picking you up and putting you down
Put your hands on my hips
And you wait, and you wait,
Wait, and you wait, then it's over
Wait, and you wait, then it's over
We are turning left to Park Road