Sober and Unkissed

Like a new winter's coat I'm wearing your last embrace Like a cold quenching gla*s of water I hold a clear picture of your face When are you coming around Oh when are you coming around Cos soon I'll be cold and thirsty I'm hearing your last telephone call Ringing louder and clearer than The rest I hear your invitation to see it all Better written I am smitten no Protest So when are you coming around Oh when are you coming around Cos soon I'll be bored and lonely I'm tasting the last gla*s of yor wine The sweet taste linger left on lips I'm tasting your sweet kisses with mine The sweet taste lingers left on lips So when are you coming around Oh when are you coming around Cos soon I'll be sober and unkissed.