And I'd be a pawn for you
I'd do what you want me to
The feeling was new to you when you were
Trying to, trying to be much obscene
In the fashion, the fashion, the fashion magazine
But you're the only one who cares and to be alone
Shut up I love this song, shut up I love this song
Your memory's ringing beep beep beep
It's taken me too long to find you

So don't flick the switch now baby
Coz it turns me on
Turning on my automatic pulse

The song of a drug dealer gave his advice to her
Trying to sleep with her, he couldn't be friendlier
Am I the only one who can see
That his intentions are almost as evil as me

And I was a pawn for you
I did what you want me to
The feeling was all brand new the feeling was all brand new
The magazine drug dealer more more more
Here's me in the middle trying to get out

But don't flick the switch now baby
Coz it turns me on
Yes it turns me on
Coz it turns me on
Turning on my automatic pulse

Automatic pulse
Automatic pulse