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. so 
Yeah, I feel electric 
Pink in the cheeks 
We look like animals 
Seven days a weeek 
I feel electric 
Pink in the cheeks 
I'm too polite and mabye 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 
Seven days a weeek 
I feel electric 
Pink in the cheeks 
I'm too polite and mabye you're too brief 
Between a wink and an earthquake there are conversations and 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. so 
Yeah, I feel electric 
Pink in the cheeks 
We look like animals 
Seven days a weeek 
I feel electric 
Pink in the cheeks 
I'm too polite and mabye you're too brief so 
Yeah, I feel electric 
Pink in the cheeks 
We look like animals 
Seven days a weeek 
I feel electric 
Pink in the cheeks yeah yeah now what did you think that i would be feeling electric pink x4 and i live on a small street stepping out with quiet feet