{Three O one a.m.} Oh I really love it here

Oh you've thought of it all

Candlelight, coconut ice and fur on the floor

I really love the way you wear your hair

And nothing more So tell me

What is going on?

I was sure that I'd already gone But all you say is we're all spinning

It's really not just me

But that doesn't seem to help me figure out how I can be

A prisoner in PVC a minute after three

It didn't used to be like this

Must be all that sleep I missed (Yea yea)

Yea but I really love it here

You've done everything to please

Stolichnaya, Banco De Gaia bad timing on TV

And I really love the way you turn

Your smile into striptease

But I'm still not sure what's going on

And I can't help feeling something's wrong But you just say that we're all spinning

And it's really not just me

But that doesn't seem to help me figure out how I can be

Still wrapped inside your rubber as I wriggle at your feet

No it didn't used to be like this

Must be something strange I kissed

Maybe when my eyes were closed So tell me what is going on?

I'm sure that I've already gone But all you say is we're all spinning

And it's really not just me

But that doesn't seem to help me figure out how I can be?

Still fixed inside your fantasy, a TV refugee

So tell me what is going on?

Just can't help feelin' something's wrong

Or is it right this way I feel

Someone get me out of here

I'm waiting on my knees {Two fifty seven a.m.}