Out of the station And through the arcade Past the antique shops Of Regent's Parade To an innocuous London address A quick glance around, and then down the wet steps
God only knows what keeps bringing me here Gambling with everything that I hold dear One careless word, in establishment ears And bang goes the knighthood, the wife and career
You make me feel, you make me feel something And feeling something, beats feeling nothing at all And nothing at all is what I feel All the rest of the time If someone sees, If someone hears something I know it's coming The fear is making me ill But then, the fear... Is part of the thrill
They taught me discipline at boarding school The consequences of breaking the rules They said "we're just being cruel to be kind" As they beat me to within an inch of my life
So choke me, restrain me and teach me to kneel Bind me and grind me beneath your high heels Crack goes the whip and if someone should tell Bang goes the knighthood, as well