Reclaim the Rhythm

This is a story of a woman, fifty, and a chap in his early forties. This woman enraptured this man, made him feel sixteen again. But then, she committed a gross act upon his person, which was tantamount to vandalism, Jill, whoa whoa. Jill… Jill! What are you doing!? For God’s sake, Jill, what are you doing!? [verse] Mousse from a bowl is very nice, but to put it on a person is demented do you mind if I turn out the light you’ve got it on my dressing gown, you’ve got it on the valance The skirt thing round the side of the bed [bridge] it may be chocolate to you Jill, but to an unwitting member of staff. [verse] this could look like some kind of, woah, some kind of... dirty protest! So he realised that not only must they part company... but that he must also sack her from her job as his receptionist. I didn’t mention that earlier, but part of the problem was that she did work for him and he had to sack her anyway. Anyway, he thanks her for that stolen afternoon, but even then, it WAS, stolen! [chorus] It’s NOT your property love, You’ve got to give it back! It’s NOT your property love, You’ve got to give it back! got to give it back got to give it back...