Donna, the enigma
Tight leather pants
She hummed softly
Of sweet romance
Who did she moan for
They said "she's one hard apple to core"
Had no interest in love
And little patience for what I want
Oo I wanna love ya, gonna kiss and hug ya
Love ya, love ya, oo I wanna love ya
Looking for a favour
Bathroom stall behaviour
Donna, Donna, oo I wanna love ya
The room is smoky and hot
Donna leaned over the tabletop
She did her lips slowly in a pocket mirror
Is someone coming to see her?
I wanna be her man
I wanna bow and kiss her hand
She's not much of a talker
Drinks straight tonic water
Donna descended to the dancefloor
The room suddenly fell silent
Night after night, she looked uptight
We've never seen this side
Her jacket slid to the ground
Twisted her hips and stared me down
Is it the end? Can I be more than her friend?
Donna is it the end
Can I be more than your friend
Donna staring me down
Take me donna, do it now
