As you wash your hair and bathe in Perrier As you hit the bank machine at night Drinking money for tomorrow's flight As you count your loss or bet on a black horse Sit behind the wheel of a black Porsche Use your leather organiser with your name embossed The night is thick with frost It chills your heart CHORUS You got the world Right where you want it Where do you want Where do you want the world? You got the girl Right where you want her But where do you want Where do you want the girl? I pulled up at your door And turned the key once more Took a calculator from my pocket Checked a picture of us in a locket I knew you were not in An alarm began to ring Punched a number on a cordless phone Made an offer on a Dockland's condominium home Somewhere with no soul That won't remind me CHORUS