Never Take Sweets from a Stranger - Dave Cousins

I met her on a Friday evening

Heading for the city lights

She asked me to take her all of the way

She was really in the mood that night

I drove on 'till I was tired

Asked her if she’d care to stay

I booked a room in a fancy hotel

And said we’d carry on the next day

We hadn’t spoken but a word or so

When she began to unbutton my shirt

I lifted her blouse, there was nothing underneath

Then I slid my hands inside her shirt

Everything about her was golden

She was as hot as the rising sun

She was real as it comes and nothing so real

Than the two of us together made one

Never take sweets from a stranger

She may want to take you for aride

Never take sweets from a stranger

She lay in my arms in the morning

Said she had to make a telephone call

I said «Make it here while I step in the shower»

But she said she’d make it in the hall

I dozed in the soft light shadows

Turned to find that she wasn’t there

I phoned on down to the reception desk

For the girl with the golden hair

I pulled on my clothes and went down to the hall

Looked all around and who knows where

They said that they hadn’t seen her at all

Then they other guests began to stare

They showed me the morning papers

On the front page of the Daily Sun

Was a picture of the girl with the golden hair

She’d been a victim of a hit and run