Every Night - The Busters

Why do you act as if you just don’t care

Why do you act like I’m not really there

Don’t you know what you’re missing

Not dancing with me and not kissing

The lips that say your name every night

On Monday I was your postman

On Tuesday I repaired your car

I’ll keep working under cover

Till one day you’ll make me your lover

Meanwhile I say your name every night

Wednesday I drove your taxi

Thursday I was on TV

I make money like hell

One day the richest pal

Of the world says your name every night

I cleaned your windows on Friday morning

But you had your curtains closed

I was worried ‘bout your health

And so was someone else

And your lips whispered his name all night