She likes the cut of his lapel Acquired style, an old motel She's the reason he's satisfied on Sundays A fancy drink, expensive cars Moving like a little movie star In a feature length skirt directed by versace In technicolour dreams they'll see Another's love is what they need Always waiting He's checking in, she's checking out All of the things that he's about A slicked back swagger without a doubt he's got it Strewn across an eastern throw Mulberry silk the best in show But there's no prizes for knowing what she's wanting In technicolour dreams they'll see Each other's love is what they need Always waiting For heartache, evidently desperate it can't wait Always so suggestible she'll be The heart waits, twenty carat gold won't cover mistakes Illusions of the harmony she seeks Can't bring herself to speak The heart breaks, evidently desperate it can't wait Always so suggestible she'll be She's gasping, hanging from a chandelier, can't ask him To keep her company between the sheets What a way to end the week