It's getting late, and there's nobody left here

Except you and me and a couple of lost souls

The bartender's crying out last call

And the candles are slowly flickering out

I should probably go

Oh but there's nobody, nobody home

And I'm aching

Yes, I'm aching

Oh, I'm aching for your love

What do you say, shall we go back to your place

And have ourselves one last round

Oh, I'll unzip my dress and you'll run your fingers through my hair

And kiss me until I gasp for air

I'm under the grip of your charm

So tangle me up in your arms

'Cause I'm aching

Yes, I'm aching

Oh, I'm aching for your love

Oh, I'm aching

Yes, I'm aching

Oh, I'm aching for your love