I only wanted what everyone wanted since bras started burning up ribs in the sixties Favors aflying, faces afalling and all I desire is to never be waiting
If that's a crime, let's commit it There's a new crime - sexual suicide
When our underwire radio tears into their international airwaves Boredom will die, ears will bleed And all they'll desire is to give and to please
There's a new crime - sexual suicide There's a new crime, let's commit it While we're waiting on the next day To begin it in the best way
There's a new crime - sexual suicide. There's a new crime, let's commit it
Don't worry, Heather, about forever Don't worry about me It's a lottery, baby, everybody roll the dice It's a lottery, baby, everybody roll the dice
Will we always be like little kids running grove to grove, asking "Who loves me? Don't know who loves me" It's pathetic, it's impossible Like girls in stilettos Like girls in stilettos Like girls in stilettos running to run