Head On

Now that the weather is clear
Now that the weather is clear
There's no more dress codes or baggages
City parks are hustling, midwives are singing

And it's a question of taste
If you wear the big or the small one
Because either way, you'll still look great -
Like you were poured into it

And it's such a fleeting thing
Heads turn, then back again
There's no question of you faking
A pleasure like this again

In bars and planes
They'll make their way to the top of the pile
Tighten up the seatbelt laws
We're heading for a head-on here

Cat's got your tongue
You'll talk through with someone
Sit and be in love with them
Sit and be in love with them

Cat's got your tongue
Don't talk through with someone
Sit and be in love with them
Teenager in love