Alan doesn't
understand her...
He only thinks
in numbers...
He only drinks
in restaurants
where the girls
are fully covered...
And he can't trust
his yearnings...
And he doesn't
like pretending...
His temper's stretched
so much by work
his heart needs
gentle rending...
He calls her
the Chocolate Girl...
'Cause he thinks
she melts when
he touches her...
And she knows she's
the Chocolate Girl...
'Cause she's broken up
and swallowed
and wrapped in
bits of silver
Alan doesn't
understand this...
He says he's only human...
So he still lights up
with old flames
as if to try and prove it...
And he doesn't
like emotion...
He's not certain
of their ardour...
'Cause if pouting causes
so much fun
then breaking hearts
is harder...
He calls her
the Chocolate Girl...
'Cause he thinks
she melts when
he touches her...
And she knows she's
the Chocolate Girl...
'Cause she's broken up
and swallowed
and wrapped in
bits of silver...
Alan doesn't
understand her...
He thinks it's
getting harder...
So he spends the nights
with old friends
underneath the covers...
And he talks about
the Chocolate Girl...
And how he thinks
she melts when
he touches her...
And that she knows
she's the Chocolate Girl...
'Cause she's broken up
and swallowed
and wrapped in
bits of silver
And he calls her
the Chocolate Girl...
'Cause he thinks
she melts when
he touches her...
And she knows she's
the Chocolate Girl...
'Cause she's broken up
and swallowed
and wrapped in
bits of silver