@migu music@

I've been on tenderhooks, ending in dirty looks

List'ning to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' that

She said, "That's that, I don't want to chitter-chat"

Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat

Pump it up, when you don't really need it

Pump it up, until you can feel it

Down in the pleasure center, hell-bent or heaven-sent

Listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander

There's nothing underhand that she wouldn't understand

Pump it up, until you can feel it

Pump it up, when you don't really need it

She's been a bad girl, she's like a chemical

Though you try to stop it, she's like a narcotic

You want to torture her, you want to talk to her

All the things you bought for her, putting up your temperature

Pump it up, until you can feel it

Pump it up, when you don't really need it

Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin

You put your passion out under the pressure pin

Fall into submission, hit-and-run transmission

No use wishing now for any other sin

Pump it up, until you can feel it

Pump it up, when you don't really need it

Pump it up, until you can feel it

Pump it up, when you don't really need it

Pump it up, until you can feel it

Pump it up, when you don't really need it

Don't really need it

Don't really need it

Don't really need it