(DICKINSON/SMITH)

I GOT THE KEYS TO VIEW AT NUMBER 22
BEHIND MY GREEN DOOR THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE
STONE COLD SOBER AND SITTING IN SILENCE,LAID
BACK AND LOOKING FOR SYMPHATY
I LIKE A GIRL WHO KNOWS WHERE SHE'S BOUND
I DON'T LIKE GIRLS WHO'VE BEEN HANGING AROUND

CHORUS
HOOKS IN YOU,HOOKS IN ME,HOOKS IN THE CEILING
FOR THAT WELL HUNG FEELING
NO BIG DEAL,NO BIG SIN,STRUNG UP ON LOVE I
GOT THE HOOKS SCREWED IN

CHORUS

SHE'S TIED UP SHE CAN'T COME TO THE PHONE
YOU MSUT HAVE GOT YOUR WIRES CROSSED COS SHE AIN'T HOME
KNOCK ON WOOD-YOU KNOW I LIKE THAT SOUND
SHE NEVER COULD KEEP HER FEET ON THE GROUND

CHORUS

RIGHT ON THE MONEY GOT IT WRAPPED UP TIGHT
NEW IDEAS FOR THE DECOR TONIGHT
GONNA MAKE THIS HOUSE A PRESERVATION ZONE
GONNA SET HER IN CONCRETE SET HER UP ON HER OWN