Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheathes and pills
Invading all those stills
In a hovel of a bed

I will scream in vain
"Oh, please Miss Lane
Leave me with some pain "

Went walking through this city's neon lights
In fear of disguising my warping, seething
Pressure lines, among confidant heirs
Intangible of price
Trying so hard to find what? What was right

I came upon your room it stuck into my head (dark entries)
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
My shielded pride

Until exposed became my darker side
Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride, they're worth a try
If only for the old times, cold times
Don't go waving your pretentious love

He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues (dark entries, dark entries)
Gyrating through some lonesome devils row (dark entries, dark entries)
Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey (dark entries, dark entries)
Of walking money checks possessing holes (dark entries, dark entries)
He sleekly offers his services (dark entries, dark entries)
Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries, dark entries)
Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries, dark entries)
Of lonely office clerks (dark entries, dark entries)
Any lay suffices his eye (dark entries, dark entries)

I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
My shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side

Puckering up and down some avenue of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times
Don't go waving your pretentious love

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Writer(s): Daniel Ash, David Jay, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy