Sex in a red phone box Who would’ve guessed Passion in a space so compressed A dial tone moans The glass fogs thick The villagers sleep But we’re electric [Bridge] Who needs a room Who needs a bed When passion’s alive in a box painted red The villagers sleep Or maybe they’re blind This is our moment Our slice of time [Chorus] Sex in a red phone box Who would’ve guessed Passion in a space so compressed A dial tone moans The glass fogs thick The villagers sleep But we’re electric
