We Are Lovers Songtext
von James Younger

All late night Charlie gotta work on his style
Dancing with the girls in the backstreet basement bars
To Bette Davis eyes
After midnight all′s forgiven
Taxi home halfway to heaven
No one knows, it takes a certain pleasure
I'm told

Tip-toe through the corridors of his mind
All the morning-afters
All those sycophantic smiles
Chinese whispers give him shivers
At the supermarket, sees his mistress
Some relief
He ain′t like my girl and me

After all, we are lovers after all
Throw that hook to my broken jaw
It ain't fair that you wreck like a wrecking ball


Always a real good feeling on your mind
My wrecking ball, come roll me over
Leave the martyrs out at the frontline
When that late night show is over
In the dust a broken motor
Tried and true
Road-tested me and you

After all, we are lovers after all
Throw that hook to my broken jaw
It ain't fair just because I didn′t call
After all, all lovers after all
All the way down to my English drawl
It ain′t fair that you wreck like a wrecking ball

After all, we are lovers after all
Throw that hook to my best friend's jaw
It ain′t fair that you wreck like a wrecking ball
After all, all lovers after all
All the way down to my English drawl
It ain't fair, it ain′t fair, it ain't fair