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