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 cheeks We look like animals Seven days a weeek I feel electric Pink in the cheeks I'm too polite and mabye 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. so Yeah, I feel electric Pink in the cheeks We look like animals Seven days a weeek I feel electric Pink in the cheeks I'm too polite and mabye you're too brief Between a wink and an earthquake there are conversations and 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. so Yeah, I feel electric Pink in the cheeks We look like animals Seven days a weeek I feel electric Pink in the cheeks I'm too polite and mabye you're too brief so Yeah, I feel electric Pink in the cheeks We look like animals Seven days a weeek I feel electric Pink in the cheeks
yeah yeah now what did you think that i would be feeling electric pink x4 and i live on a small street stepping out with quiet feet