| Song | The Hickey Underworld |
| Artist | The Nation of Ulysses |
| Album | Plays Pretty for Baby |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Nation Of Ulysses | |
| I've got a little black book | |
| Names & numbers and faces forsook, | |
| Lips puckered, I swear they never spoke, put your lips to my neck for a key to the action index, the secret sign that says your mine, call; i'll give you back your dime | |
| Something coming from the stereo | |
| Hysteria, coming out of her stereo | |
| Something stung me with malaria, hysteria is coming out of her stereo | |
| Action - don't you want some? | |
| Underneath the collar, is where it begins | |
| The wearer of the mark of the love of pain, beneath the sheets, under the covers, is where it all begins. | |
| Action - don't you want some action? |
| zuo ci : Nation Of Ulysses | |
| I' ve got a little black book | |
| Names numbers and faces forsook, | |
| Lips puckered, I swear they never spoke, put your lips to my neck for a key to the action index, the secret sign that says your mine, call i' ll give you back your dime | |
| Something coming from the stereo | |
| Hysteria, coming out of her stereo | |
| Something stung me with malaria, hysteria is coming out of her stereo | |
| Action don' t you want some? | |
| Underneath the collar, is where it begins | |
| The wearer of the mark of the love of pain, beneath the sheets, under the covers, is where it all begins. | |
| Action don' t you want some action? |
| zuò cí : Nation Of Ulysses | |
| I' ve got a little black book | |
| Names numbers and faces forsook, | |
| Lips puckered, I swear they never spoke, put your lips to my neck for a key to the action index, the secret sign that says your mine, call i' ll give you back your dime | |
| Something coming from the stereo | |
| Hysteria, coming out of her stereo | |
| Something stung me with malaria, hysteria is coming out of her stereo | |
| Action don' t you want some? | |
| Underneath the collar, is where it begins | |
| The wearer of the mark of the love of pain, beneath the sheets, under the covers, is where it all begins. | |
| Action don' t you want some action? |