Chloe - Ray Conniff

There she was, my soap box Derby queen

The girl I loved was the girl from yesterday

So I walked up to her and I asked her what’s your name

She smiled and turned, I suppose it was my fate

I want your body, I want your body, Chloe

I need your body

I want your body, I want your body, Chloe

I need your body

Chucked and died the all important cause

That’s when she started to see my flaws

So she took my hand and we walked to Sydney parade

Down an alleyway I met suburbia’s grave

I want your body, I want your body, Chloe

I need your body

I want your body, I want your body, Chloe

I need your body

I want your body, I want your body, Chloe

I need your body

I want your body, I want your body, Chloe

I need your body

There we stood in the pouring rain

My eyes stood still

She could see my pain

I want your body, I want your body, Chloe

I need your body

I want your body, I want your body, Chloe

I need your body

I want your body, I want your body, Chloe

I need your body

I want your body, I want your body, Chloe

I need your body, Chloe