I know I've just gotta get out of this place
I can`t stand any more of that mechanical grace
Though you say it`s only industrial squeeze
It looks like luxury and feels like a disease

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Oh give it to me, give it to me
I don`t want to know much about much
Give it to me, give it to me
I need, I need, I need the human touch

Left with just a house to hold
Drinking your way to drydock
It`s easy to break up a model citizen
Living in the state of shock

I just can`t believe I am responsible for this
What the makeup hides can`t be hidden with a kiss

When I`m talking in tongues I go where you lead
I don`t make you plead, oh I need you
How I`d like to fix her in a picture of rage
How I`d like to catch her when she`s acting her age
But when she`s laying stretched out on the floor
It`s no mystery to me anymore

[Chorus]

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ELVIS COSTELLO