Urges Thomas Dolby

Early evening he get these urges
Skin tension under leatherette
A back bar somewhere in clubland
Cigarillo and the scene is set
See the bodies, now things are moving
Little twitches people can't explain
Young bodies, listen to them talking
New languages are in their veins

Same face in a new situation
The mirror ball holds mesmerised
He look around, he's the new Clark Gable

Urges, urges, he get these urges
He don't wanna talk about
Heartfelt urges, he get these urges
He's not supposed to talk about
Urges, urges, these restless urges
He don't wanna talk about
Urges, urges, can't stop the urges
Lock them out, lock them out

She's here, the heat is rising
She moves slowly she's a china doll
By degrees, he'll loosen her composure
She knows he knows she knows he knows
One word to the man in the pulpit
She start twitching and she can't keep still
Seven inches of a black star liner