(G Thomas)
Pad the walls
Lock the door
I don't wanna hear it when her -
her passion calls
I won't
hear it I won't
hear it, hear it, hear it!
No, no, no, but I lie
Draw the blinds
Seal the gates!
I feel she's comin'
and I feel that it's too late
But I won't
hear it I won't
hear it, hear it, hear it!
No, no, no, but I lie
Oh, she knows that I would crawl
I'd go tearin' down the walls
when I
hear it -
Her passion call
Yeah, her passion calls all night
Ah, you know, you know she says,
"I feel the same way
about you"
(And the big head speaketh:)
"Will you run for cover?
Or head for the hills?
Or be a willing victim to
her 1001 thrills?"
"Are you fool enough to think
she won't find you?
Hell, she's knockin' at your door
what will you
what will, what will you do?"
"Oh, it's such a sweet, sweet kill
as she swallows whole your will
when you
hear it -
Her passion call"