Discipline Of Love — Robert Palmer

You naughty girl: so sharp and dry Don't fill yourself with foolish pride You wanted me to notice you But when I came, you cut me

Why did you do it? Why did you go and spoil the fun? Why did you do it? You need the discipline of love – some discipline

You wild child How sweet you smile Your crystal ball – it's broken

Why did you do it? Why did you go and spoil the fun? Why did you do it? You need the discipline of love – some discipline

Take notice now: my turn to talk The gate of love – it's narrow