Lyrics

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 there's not much to say on five bucks a day And there's no other way so we're just hanging around For the weekend to come We're all hungry and dumb for Friday [Chorus] So yeah, I feel electric pink in the cheek We look like animals seven days a week I feel electric pink in the cheek I'm 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 [Chorus] Between a wink and an earthquake There are conversations Complications go on, on, and on I pretend that 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 [Chorus]