(G. Thomas)

Pad the walls.

Lock the door.

I don't wanna hear it when her -

her passion calls

I won't...

hear it. I won't...

hear it, hear it, hear it!

No, no, no, but I lie.

Draw the blinds.

Seal the gates!

I feel she's comin'

and I feel that it's too late.

But I won't...

hear it. I won't...

hear it, hear it, hear it!

No, no, no, but I lie.

Oh, she knows that I would crawl

I'd go tearin' down the walls

when I...

hear it -

Her passion call.

Yeah, her passion calls all night.

Ah, you know, you know she says,