when you hear the way the others talk

it makes you wonder what they bothered for

when you see the way opinion swings

it makes you strive strive strive for greater things

i wasn't born to be good enough for you

i am here to be nobody's fool

when you see the way that loose lips talk

it makes you cry cry cry for it all to stop

i would like to invite you

to my mother's house

to my bedroom

to play those old records

we know all the words to

and i would like you to kiss me

to crush me to lick me

till i beg you to stop

till you drive me crazy

that's all it take

a subtle movement

that's all it takes

to make the programme

when you hear the way loose lips talk

it makes you wonder what you bothered for

when you see the way opinion swings

it makes you strive strive strive for greater things

that's all it takes

a subtle movement

that's all it takes

to make the programme