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