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