(Ohhh…. I say)
(How about a little kiss?)
(Ohhh…. don’t be unkind!)
She said There’s something in the woodshed
And I can hear it breathing
It’s such an eerie feeling, darling
He said There’s nothing in the woodshed
It’s your imagination
End of conversation, darling
Something in his heart told him to come clean
He was not who he claimed to be
Something in his genes told him to pretend
‘Twas something for the weekend
