Early evening he get these urges Skin tension under leatherette A back bar somewhere in clubland Cigarillo and the scene is set See the bodies - now things're moving Little twitches people can't explain Young bodies, listen to them talking New languagism in their veins
Same face in a new situation The mirror ball holds mesmerised - He looks around, he's the new Clark Gable...
Urges, urges - he get these urges he Don't wanna talk about - Heartfelt urges - he get these urges He's not supposed to talk about Urges, urges - these restless urges He don't wanna talk about - Urges, urges - can't stop the urges Lock them out (locking out those urges, yeah)
She's here, the heat is rising He move slowly she's a china doll By degrees, he'll loosen her composure - She knows he knows she knows he knows. One word to the man in the pulpit She start twitching and she can't sit still Seven inches of a black star liner
Urges, urges...
Try to contain the stuff that's in your body Bit silly when your head's no good When you're ashamed of things about your body You keep drinking like you knew you would In the footlight the ape in motion Spins circles all across the floor - Mouth the words, assume the positions For a second we can fool them all Girl, this time it's a new sensation It's never been this way before. I look at you and I feel half human
Urges, urges...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
