Lyrics: Urges

Early evening he gets these urges,
Skin tension under letherette
A back bar somewhere in clubland
Cigarillo and the scene is set
See the bodies - now things're moving,
Little twitches people can't explain
Young bodies, listen to them talking
New languagism in their veins.
Same face in a new situation
The mirrorball holds mesmerised -
He looks around, he's the new Clark Gable...

Urges, urges - he gets these urges
He don't want to talk about -
Heartfelt urges - he gets these urges
He's not supposed to talk about
Urges, urges - can't stop the urges
Lock them out.

She's here the heat is rising
He moves slowly she's a china doll
By degrees, he'll loosen her composure -
She knows he knows she knows he knows
One word to the man in the pulpit
She starts twitching and she can't sit still
Seven inches of a black star liner...

Try to contain the stuff that's in your body
Bit silly when your head's no good
When you're ashamed of things about your body
You keep drinking like you knew you would
In the footlight the ape in motion
Spins circles all across the floor -
Mouth the words, assume the position
For a second we can fool them all
Girl this time it's a new sensation
It's never been this way before
I look at you and I feel half human...