Dossier - Neneh Cherry

She was standing at the tail when he came up and gave her his number

It’s not the start of the story 'cos it took him an age to do that woh

When she noticed this guy it kinda took her out of her slumber

He came in and turned round, went out, then he came back

Then he left, the moment passed, she soon forgot

The weeks went by, she didn’t give him another thought

Until one day she reached a hand inside her coat

And found the number he had written on that note

All the way, dossier, ???

is on the ceiling

Clap your hands, nod your head, got to love it another day

See a head, let’s forget, like a thread out of it

(Go down, reach down low, get low, get dark, baby drag yo booty on the floor)

Making whips, fashion grips, taste the lips, that’s incredible

(Go down, reach down low, get low, get dark, baby drag yo booty on the floor)

He stepped up to her and gave her a slip with his number

All humble and shy, this some serious guy went to sleep

He asked her if she had a man in her life to encumber

A date with himself if she didn’t think him a freak

What did she do?

What did she think?

What did she choose?

She called him up and arranged to meet, wore her nice new shoes

And now they meet every night beside their beds

And clean their teeth before they climb into their heads

All the way, dossier, ???

is on the ceiling

Clap your hands, nod your head, got to love it another day

See a head, let’s forget, like a thread out of it

Making whips, fashion grips, taste the lips, that’s incredible

Like a knife, cuff your life, throw the slight man away