Pyjamadrama

Saturday night
Because it feels right
Don't say you're afraid of
The things that I'm made of
Just say you'll sleep over

Come the weekend
Come just as a friend
We'll put on some make-up
Eat chocolate cake up
Oh darling sleep over

You've got hair I'd like to style
You've got the kind of nails I'd like to file
You've got lips I'd die to gloss
You've got teeth I'd like to floss

Saturday night
Because it feels right
Don't say you're afraid of
The things that I'm made of
Just say you'll sleep over

Oh bring me candy
Bring me kisses
Bring me conversational hits and misses
A fine line sparkling wine
Expect you here around a quarter to nine ?

Saturday night
Because it feels right
No I'm not afraid of
The things you are made of
Just say you'll sleep over