Yes I know The things we say Between the sheets That they are Only meant To keep the heat Through the night And that you hate To get them quoted And I can´t Be such a fool To imaging something else All good things Must come to an end I don´t like To be thrown away Like an old Dish-cloth I´m hardly ever used Just one night But I should Get a more realistic View on things Cos wishful thinking´s Leading me astray All good things Must come to an end