Lyrics:
Early evening he get these urgesSkin tension under leatheretteA back bar somewhere in clublandCigarillo and the scene is setSee the bodies - now things're movingLittle twitches people can't explainYoung bodies, listen to them talkingNew languagism in their veinsSame face in a new situationThe mirrorball holds mesmerised -He looks around, he's the new Clark Gable...Urges, urges - he get these urgesDon't wanna talk about -Heartfelt urges - he get these urgesHe's not supposed to talk aboutUrges, urges - these restless urgeshe don't wanna talk about -Urges, urges - can't stop the urgesLock them out.She's here, the heat is risingHe move slowly she's a china dollBy degrees, he'll loosen her composure -She knows he knows she knows he knows.One word to the man in the pulpitShe start twitching and she can't sit stillSeven inches of a black star liner ...Try to contain the stuff that's in your bodyBit silly when your head's no goodWhen you're ashamed of things about your bodyYou keep drinking like you knew you wouldIn the footlight the ape in motionSpins circles all across the floor -Mouth the words, assume the positionsFor a second we can fool them allgirl this time it's a new sensationIt's never been this way before.I look at you and I feel half human ...