He stood naked outside the door

Handsome with dark eyes flashing

The winds blew straight in off the moor

The sisters stopped their pacing

Through the flickering firelight

Shadows jumped across the floor

Pounding hearts and rushing blood

Romantic thoughts and fears

Dora, Dora, looking in the mirror

Acting out your mothers clothes

Dreaming, dreaming

No-one will ever know

The autumn leaves are falling

Through the dreary evening sky

In St. John's Wood a woman waits

Sitting on a leather sofa

The psychiatrists smiles sadly and licked his lips

As she uncrossed her legs

The ticking o an antique clock

Penetrates the gloom

In the pitch black dungeon

The slaves touched up the black paint

upstairs the maid took details on the phone

While the minister waited in the bathroom

She's twenty seven and with a lovely figure

Experienced in these careful arts

The purr of an expensive car

In the alleyway outside