Текст песни: Goldfrapp. Paper Bag.

No time to fuck
But you like the rush
And where would we
Be without sums
Deals we make
Brown paper bag makes for a hat
When it rains on
Your head mate
Cheers for that
When the world stops for snow
When you laugh
I'm inside
Your mouth
Baboons and birds
Sucking the sun
With the weight of you dear
I forgot