Urges Lyrics - Singles - 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're moving 

Little twitches people can't explain 

Young bodies, listen to them talking 

New languagism in their veins 

Same face in a new situation 

The mirrorball holds mesmerised 

He looks around, he's the new Clark Gable 

Urges, urges, he get these urges 

Don't want to talk about 

Heartfelt urges, he get these urges 

He's not supposed to talk about 

Urges, urges, these restless urges 

He don't want to talk about 

Urges, urges, can't stop the urges 

Lock them out. 

She's here, the heat is rising 

He move 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 sit still 

Seven inches of a black star liner