Lyrics:

I live on a small street with very small shoes
But in a big house with a big wardrobe
I've got the whole world in my hands
It's a small world after all
And there's not much to say on five bucks a day
And there's no other way so we're just hanging around
For the weekend to come
We're all hungry and dumb for Friday

So yeah, I feel electric pink in the cheek
We look like animals seven days a week
I feel electric pink in the cheek
I'm too polite and maybe you're too brief
Please don't press that we dress
High heels and loud shoes are a mess
Step out with quiet feet and now I'm pleased to meet
Meeting is so hard to do when you're dead

Between a wink and an earthquake
There are conversations
Complications go on, on, and on

I pretend that I understand my hands
And the rest are only a test
To be paid to be pressed
When we end we will be softly kissed