Up before the Flesh Parade The pretty faces The bedroom eyes The
pouting lips The longing thighs say "Come in for a night, you won't
regret it - but don't make any plans" She likes a man, but a hand is just
as effective A mutual need No need to talk No moonlit walks, no
sun-drenched beaches Just a bed and just an alarm clock, says your time
is up Go find another body (boy, girl) in the Flesh Parade
The line-up never changes And, sure, nobody's perfect Just good at
Perfect crimes We have the standard phrases; ask the time How about
the weather? Don't care about the spots My only interest is your mind
(Got the time for a grind in the Flesh Parade?)