1971

	Throw away your suitcase
	Come back to bed
	There is nothing
	I wouldn't do
	For a girl in distress
	I've loaded my weapon
	I'm wearing my best
	There is nothing
	I couldn't stoop to
	For a Girl in distress
	Nothing I wouldn't stoop to
	We are out in the hills now looking over the sea
	There is nothing she wouldn't do
	To a man on his knees