I've seen the 'action'
  All kinds of people
  Seen things disgusting
  I've seen it all
  
  I've heard excuses
  All kinds of stories
  I've heard confessions
  I've heard it all
  
  They wrote bad poems
  Painted bad pictures
  They say we used them
  I'm not sure
  
  Some call it love and
  Some call it affection
  I don't believe it
  It's all clean young flesh
  
  And we all fall down
  We all fall down
  
  You say you want it
  Dress to kill and kill me
  We could play new games
  And you could lose
  
  Don't tell your mother
  Or some jealous husband
  Don't talk of love just
  Send me a postcard
  
  We need to feel it
  We need to feel it
  I've lost all patience
  You'll lose all pride
  
  I've no conversation
  I've no good intentions
  I've room for one more
  I've room for you
  
  They say we're 'corrupted'
  They say we're 'disturbing'
  I don't know
  It must be true
  
  They say we're 'reckless'
  They say we're 'vicious'
  It's just a rumour
  We don't leave scars
  
  She likes the movement
  She likes the motion
  She likes to whisper
  But then she likes to scream
  
  She likes the dancing
  She likes the make up
  She likes to forget
  'bout everything