The Reindeer Section - Sting текст песни

Breathing on my ear
I want to push you off, but I can't
Your every move's an itch
And I can't move at all for fear

The body language is
A language you're fluent in, dear
And I say "Who's for tea?"
And someone else offers to go
And you hold on to me
And say "Let them, you always go"