Text: George Michael. Faith. A Last Request.

It's late, time for bed
So we sit, and I wait
For that gin and tonic
To go to your head

I know it's a devious plan
But it's the only way that I know
To get those big bad car keys
Out of your hand

You know that I remain a gentle man
But even so there's only so much a gentleman can stand
Sleep with me
Oh, sleep with me tonight

My cards are on your table
My dreams are in your bed
If I was able, I'd be there instead
Oh oh, sleep with me tonight