Текст: Baccara. Darling.

Postcards from Amsterdam
Phone-calls from Birmingham
To tell me only how you miss me
Received your telegram
Now you say: Here I am
The way you hold and kiss me
Darling - Darling - Darling
Leave a little love for later on
Darling - Darling - Darling
So that you can come back when you've gone
I idolize your magic eyes
And I imagine all the cooching we can do
we can do.
Darling - Darling - Darling
Leave a little secret on the shore
Darling - Darling - Darling
So that you can come ag

ain for more
My fantasy runs fancy free
And I imagine all the cooching we can do
we can do.
It's been a long long time
And you and me will climb
The mountains and the hills of passion
Soft satin skin to skin
Oh
what a mood I'm in
Bewitched by warm aggression
Darling - Darling - Darling
Leave a little love for later on
. . .