Postcards from Amsterdam, phone calls from Birmingham Do tell me only how you miss me Received your telegram, now you say here I am Wonder why you hold and kiss me more Darling, darling, darling, leave a little love for later on Darling, darling, darling, so that you can come back when you grow I idolise your magic eyes And I imagine all the good things we can do, we can do Darling, darling, darling, leave a little secret on the show Darling, darling, darling, so that you can come back and for more My fantasy runs fancy free And I imagine all the good things 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 setting skin to skin Oh, what a mood I'm in Bewitched by warm aggression Darling, darling, darling, leave a little love for later on Darling, darling, darling, so that you can come back when you grow I idolise your magic eyes And I imagine all the good things we can do, we can do Oh, darling, darling, darling, leave a little secret on the show Darling, darling, darling, so that you can come back and for more My fantasy runs fancy free And I imagine all the good things we can do, we can do *