You say you don't desire me. You only tire me. Now you'll hire me. Expensive care is meaningless. Feeling nothing and caring less. Cut off at the pass. She knows where you're headed. She wants double time. Or a temporary wedding. Chorus:. And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure. With 45 years for seconds of pleasure. The hands on the clock move so precisely. And I only kiss but once or twice. I can't help you now. I can't help myself. 'Cause the time's running out. And it's twenty-five to twelve. Crowds surround loudspeakers. On the lampposts. Listening to the murder mystery. Meanwhile someone's in the classroom. Busy forging books on history. Wouldn't give that man my hand. He'd steal my fingers. So the sleuth ends up in stitches. And your urges turn to itches. Chorus. I was committed to life. And then commuted to the outskirts. I was living for thirty minutes at a time. With a break in the middle for adverts. See the human furniture. But its only for show. Now you can look all that you like. But they only let you touch and go.