When you hear the way the others talk Makes you wonder what they bothered for When you see the way opinion swings It makes you strive, strive, strive for greater things
I wasn't born to be good enough for you I am here to be nobody's fool When you see the way that loose lips talk It makes you cry, cry, cry for it all to stop
I would like to invite you To my mother's house, to my bedroom To play those old records we know all the words to I would like you to kiss me, crush me, to lick me
Till I beg you to stop Till you drive me crazy Till I want you to stop Till you drive me crazy Till I beg you to stop Till you drive me crazy
That's all it takes A subtle movement That's all it takes To make the program
When you hear the way loose lips talk It makes you wonder what you bothered for When you see the way opinion swings It makes you strive, strive, strive for greater things
That's all it takes A subtle movement That's all it takes To make the program