| Early evening he get these urges
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| Skin tension under leatherette
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| A back bar somewhere in clubland
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| Cigarillo and the scene is set
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| See the bodies, now things are moving
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| Little twitches people can’t explain
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| Young bodies, listen to them talking
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| New languagism in their veins
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| Same face in a new situation
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| The mirror ball holds mesmerised
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| He look around, he’s the new Clark Gable
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| Urges, urges, he get these urges
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| He don’t wanna talk about
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| Heartfelt urges, he get these urges
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| He’s not supposed to talk about
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| Urges, urges, these restless urges
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| He don’t wanna talk about
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| Urges, urges, can’t stop the urges
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| Lock them out
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| She’s here, the heat is rising
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| He move slowly she’s a china doll
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| By degrees, he’ll loosen her composure
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| She knows he knows she knows he knows
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| One word to the man in the pulpit
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| She start twitching and she can’t keep still
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| Seven inches of a black star liner
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| Try to contain the stuff that’s in your body
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| Bit silly when your head’s no good
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| When you’re ashamed of things about your body
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| You keep drinking like you knew you would
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| In the footlight the ape in motion
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| Spins circles all across the floor
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| Mouth the words, assume the positions
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| For a second we can fool them all
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| Girl this time it’s a new sensation
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| It’s never been this way before
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| I look at you and I feel half human |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Urges , by - Thomas Dolby. Song from the album Retrospectacle - The Best Of Thomas Dolby, in the genre Поп