Besedila: Good Life (The). Other. Friction!.

Friction!
Friction!
Friction!
Friction!

Night clubs and night stalkers
Fast women, fast talkers
Loose lips, loose limbs
The lovely loveless
Sunset to sunrise
Black dresses, black eyes
Tangles of tangos
Hot hands, hot thighs

Hey, why can't I ever get to you?
There's a sea of bodies between us
I recall the first time I saw you
Not a dance hall
But a crowded bus
Pressed against the scent of stale sweat

Friction!
Friction!
Friction!
Friction!

Vampires and witches
Steal bloody red kisses
In go-go boots, Italian suits
They always dress to kill
They spin their umbrellas
They dance tarentella
But I'm not here for them
I only come here to watch you

I want to make your aquaintance
To escort you
To be your gentleman
I want to rub up against you
Like those scoundrels
Like those wolves do
They run in packs in Saabs and SUV's

Oh, these pounding danceclubs
This friction between us
How you throw your body
It's so moving
But never towards me
So I always seem to read between the beat

Friction!
Friction!
Friction!
Friction!
Wow!