You lit a candle, I poured some pink champagne And on the table was one red rose You tore my clothes off, I tore your clothes off too Well, I suppose, we'll need new clothes
Pull off your pullover, discard my cardigan Slip off those slippers, take off your hose We'll never find them tomorrow morning, no Well, I suppose, we'll need new clothes
I'll buy a pair of pants, oh boy Corduroy I wish, I wish that everyone could have some brand new corduroy pants Bell bottoms!
It's so romantic, this walking in the rain Brushing the raindrops off of your nose We hardly notice we're getting soaking wet Well, I suppose, we need new clothes
You'll buy an evening dress some day Gold lame' I wish, I wish that everyone could have a shiny gold lame' dress Bell bottoms!
So light that candle, I'll pour some pink champagne Put on some music, la via rose Then tear my clothes off I'll tear your clothes off too
Well, I suppose, we'll need new clothes Yeah, I suppose, we'll need new clothes Yeah, I suppose, we'll need new clothes
Won't we both look fine in our new clothes Won't we both look fine in our new clothes Won't we both look fine in our new clothes