Number 2

77 Bombay Street

Oh oh oh ...
Oh oh oh ...

Let me be the dirt in your plastic bag
Let me be your skirt or your new blue rag
Wanna have your lovin’ wanna win this race
Wanna be the make-up on your face
Wanna have your number hope to see you flirt with me
Let me be the one you call baby 
Let me be the tongue in your mouth all night 
Let me be James Bond who can win you every fight 

I,I,I don’t wanna be your number 2
Wanna be the only one who is touching you

I,I,I don’t wanna be your number 2
Wanna be the only one who is touching you

Let me be tomato when you eat tomato soup 
Let me be the burger when you’re having fast food 
Let me be the pepper when you eat some pepper cheese 
Let me be the fly creeping up your sleeve 

I,I,I don’t wanna be your number 2 
Wanna be the only one who is touching you

I,I,I don’t wanna be your number 2 
Wanna be the only one who is touching you
 
Oh oh oh ...
Oh oh oh ...

Number 2 ...

I don’t wanna be your number 2 
Wanna be the only one who is touching you

I don’t wanna be your number 2 
Wanna be the only one who is touching you

I,I,I don’t wanna be your number 2 
Wanna be the only one who is touching you

I,I,I don’t wanna be your number 2 
Wanna be the only one who is touching you