If it's not your fault, then it's always your faultWaitin' time, waitin' time, waitin' time, waitin' timeI don't really know the place where I'm supposed to beI'm just a little machineFeedin' my fans a dreamGive me a kiss or threeAnd I'm fine, I need to squeeze a dayInstead of this negligeeWhat will the neighbors say this time?Oh, a little educationOh, sexualizationOh, pretend the situationNowOh, cause I don't wanna change yaOh, make a new strangerOh, I'll only be your angelFor nowWake me up before I drop out on youYou treat me wrong to show that you careAnd I just can't refuseBaby, if I had a promise from youI'd get up and out of my bedInstead of being subduedWake me up before I drop out on youThe TV life is workin' alrightIt feels so good to loseBaby, if I had a promise from youI'd get up and out of my bedI'd get up and out of my headInstead I'm so confusedJumpJumpFor my loveJump inAnd feel my touchJumpIf you wanna taste my kisses in the nightThen jumpJumpFor my loveI know my heartI know my heart can make you happyYou know these armsYou know these armsYou know these arms can fill you upJumpIf you wanna taste my kisses in the nightThen jumpFor my loveI don't need no good adviceI've already wastedI don't need some other lifeCold and complicatedI don't need no Sunday tricksSweet and sympathizingI don't need no special fixTo anesthetize meI don't need no good adviceNo well-intentioned sacrificeAnd I don't need no bedtime careCause frankly I don't even careYou give it upAnd then they take it awayA girl's got to sip it upAnd get her backI'm heading out of shapeYou can't forsake my biologyThe way that we talkThe way that we walkIt's there in our thoughtsNo magic knows what they're gonna sayThe way that we talkThe way that we walkSo easily caughtTalkedIt's a sellbackIt's a sellbackIt's a sellbackIt's a sellbackThe sound of the undergroundThe beat of the drum goes round and aroundThe beat of the drum goes round and aroundI'm into the overflowWhen the girls get down to the sound of the radioOut to the electric nightWhere the bass line jumps in the back street lightThe beat goes round and roundIt's the sound of the underSound of the undergroundI'll stand by youWon't let nobody hurt youI'll stand by youIt's been a long hot summerAnd it's 95 degrees in the shadeIt's only Sunday morningAnd I need that Friday feeling againYou put me in a fever fifty stories highAnd suddenly I'm freezing and I don't know whyIt's been a long hot summerAnd I'm shaking my headLike the cool lemonadeIf it's not you, oh no, I won't do thatNobody sees the showNot till my heart says soIf it's not you, oh no, I won't do thatBoy, if you want to be my specialityYou'll have to wait for meAnd that is thatNobody sees the showNot till my heart says soIf it's not you, oh no, I won't do thatBoy, if you want to be my specialityYou'll have to wait for meAnd that is thatOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh