Electric Pink

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

Yeah, what'd you think that I would be feeling?
Electric pink...

I live on a small street
Stepping out with quiet feet