1971 - Perry Blake, Graham Murphy

Throw away your suitcase

Come back to bed

There is nothing I wouldnt do For a girl in distress

Ive loaded my weapon

Im wearing my best

There is nothing I couldnt stoop to For a girl in distress

Nothing I wouldnt stoop to We are out in the hills now

Looking over the sea

There is nothing she wouldnt do To a man on his knees