I live on a small street with very small shoes but
In a big house, with a big wardrobe
I've got the whole world in my hands
It's a small world after all

And there's not much to say on five bucks a day
And there's no other way, so we're just hanging around
For the weekend to come we're all hungry and dumb
For Friday

So, yeah, I feel electric
Pink in the cheeks
We look like animals
Seven days a week
I feel electric
Pink in the cheeks
I'm too polite
And maybe you're too brief

Please don't press that we dress
High heels and loud shoes are a mess
Step out with quiet feet
And now I'm pleased to meet
Meeting is so hard to do when you're dead

So, yeah, I feel electric
Pink in the cheeks
We look like animals
Seven days a week
I feel electric
Pink in the cheeks
I'm too polite
And maybe you're too brief

Between a wink and an earthquake
There are conversations
And complications go on, on, and on

I pretend that I understand my hands
And the rest are only a test
To be paid to be pressed
When we end we will be softly kissed

So, yeah, I feel electric
Pink in the cheeks
We look like animals
Seven days a week
I feel electric
Pink in the cheeks
I'm too polite
And maybe you're too brief

I feel electric
Pink in the cheeks
We look like animals
Seven days a week
Yeah what did you think
That I would be feeling?
Electric pink
Yeah, yeah, yeah what did you think
That I would be feeling?
Electric pink
Yeah, yeah, yeah, now what did you think
That I would be feeling?
Electric pink, electric pink

I live on a small street stepping out with quiet feet