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
Please don't press that we dress,
high heels and loud shoes are a mess step out with quiet feet
I'm pleased to meet;
meeting is so hard to do when you're dead
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

Yeah, I feel electric
Pink in the cheeks
We look like animals
Seven days a week
I'm too polite
You're too brief