Suburbia's a slipstream. to a memory. of a time when you were. close to me. I pretend. I'm there again. I close my eyes and see you. better than before. then I feel you touch me. and it's 1984. I know what you will say. before you start. in my heart. We're the Pet Shop Boys. We're the Pet Shop Boys. Every thought's a fashion. or a crime. and every boy is just. a waste of time. but I pretend. it was different then. Maybe it's a habit. Maybe it's a sin. But I find out. when I try it on. it crawls beneath my skin. Once it gets inside me. it won't go. Now I know. We're the Pet Shop Boys. We're the Pet Shop Boys. Rent. Shopping. Being boring. It's alright. It's a sin. I'm not scared. In denial. I want a dog. I want a lover. Can you forgive her?. Do I have to?. What have I? What have I?. What have I done to deserve this?. We're the Pet Shop Boys. We're the Pet Shop Boys