I only wanted what everyone wanted
Since bras started burning up ribs in the sixties
Favours a flying, faces a falling
And all I desire is to never be waiting
If that's a crime, let's commit it
There's a new crime, sexual suicide

When our under-wire radio
Tears into their international airwaves
Boredom will die, ears will bleed
And all their desire is to give and to please

There's a new crime, sexual suicide
There's a new crime, let's commit it
While we're waiting on the next day
To begin it in the best way

There's a new crime, sexual suicide
There's a new crime, let's commit it

Don't worry Heather, about forever
Don't worry about me
It's a lottery baby
Everybody roll the dice
It's a lottery baby
Everybody roll the dice

Will we always be
Like little kids running group to group
Asking "Who loves me?"
"Don’t know who loves me"?
It's pathetic, it's impossible
Like girls in stilettos
Like girls in stilettos
Like girls in stilettos trying to run