Thompson Twins - Politics Lyrics
Sophisticated slave trade rhythmically admiredGive me a punctual blissHe's in love with a velvet gloveSoon he'll feel the fistHis senses are reelingHe can't sit stillHe's got that same old feelingThe same old thrillThe same old thrillGoose flesh, giggling, stimulating scenesPleasure is a means to the endHedonistic high timeHe can't get enoughPhysical encounters can offendDrinking like a fish out of water high and dryWhen there's no tomorrow he doesn't even tryDon't take a walk, when it's easier to runDon't take it easyNo don't take itDon't you touch the flesh, the fragile fleshHe's never going to get near the heartHe can prodel, he can poke but it won't get him closerHe's only playing a partAcross the threshold he feels his nostrils flareThe stifling perfume is so thick in thereDon't take a walk, when it's easier to runDon't take it easy, no don't take itDon't take it easy, Don't take it easyDon't take it, Don't take itDon't take it, Don't take itDon't take it, Don't take itDon't take it, Don't take itSophisticated slave trade rhythmically admiredGive me a punctual blissHe's in love with a velvet gloveSoon he'll feel the fistHis senses are reelingHe can't sit stillHe's got a sort of feeling
