Urges

Early evening he get these urges

Skin tension under leatherette

A back bar somewhere in clubland

Cigarillo and the scene is set

See the bodies, now things're moving

Little twitches people can't explain

Young bodies, listen to them talking

New languagism in their veins

Same face in a new situation

The mirrorball holds mesmerised

He looks around, he's the new Clark Gable

Urges, urges, he get these urges

Don't want to talk about

Heartfelt urges, he get these urges

He's not supposed to talk about

Urges, urges, these restless urges

He don't want to talk about

Urges, urges, can't stop the urges

Lock them out.

She's here, the heat is rising

He move slowly she's a china doll

By degrees, he'll loosen her composure

She knows he knows she knows he knows.

One word to the man in the pulpit

She start twitching and she can't sit still

Seven inches of a black star liner

Try to contain the stuff that's in your body

Bit silly when your head's no good

When you're ashamed of things about your body

You keep drinking like you knew you would

In the foot light the ape in motion

Spins circles all across the floor

Mouth the words, assume the positions

For a second we can fool them all

Girl this time it's a new sensation

It's never been this way before.

I look at you and I feel half human