I live on a small street with very small shoes,
But in a big house with a big wardrobe.
I've got the whole world in my hands,
It's a small world after all...
And theres not much to say on 5 bucks a day,
And theres no other way
So we're just hangin around for the weekend to come.
We're all hungry and dumb for Friday...
So yeah, I feel electric pink in the cheeks.
We look like animals 7 days a week.
I feel electric pink in the cheeks.
Im too polite and maybe you're too brief.
Please don't press that we dress,
High heels and loud shoes are a mess.
Step out with quiet feet,
And now i'm pleased to meet,
Meeting is so hard to do when you're dead.
So yeah, I feel electric pink in the cheeks.
We look like animals 7 days a week.
I feel electric pink in the cheeks.
I'm too polite and maybe you're too brief.
Between the weak and eloquent, yeah, are conversations.
Complications go on and on it
Ah, I pretend I understand my hands
And the rest are only a test to be paid to be pressed
When we end we will be softly kissed.
So yeah, I feel electric pink in the cheeks.
We look like animals 7 days a week.
I feel electric pink in the cheeks.
I'm too polite and maybe you're too brief.
I feel electric pink in the cheeks.
We look like animals 7 days a week.
Yeah what did you think I would be feeling? Electric pink.
Yeah yeah yeah
What did you think I would be feeling? Electric pink.
Yeah yeah yeah
Now what did you think I would be feeling? Electric pink.
Electric pink.
I live on a small street steppin out with quiet feet...