A whisper's wind Sorry sir I don't mean to trouble Take my lips and pull me from the bubble Such a gentle slippery touch And tall dark looks to boot Oooh A peeping prince I see you gazing through the window Eyes that smile when I drop a shadow All the dirty little things That I would do for you Oooh Oh, our love The fence is up The sky above Is not enough Oh, our love The fence is up The sky above Is not enough Oh, our love The fence is up The sky above Is not enough Oh, our love The fence is up The sky above Is not enough Oooh Wouldn't you like to? Wouldn't you like to? Wouldn't you like to? It's what you like! It's what you like