Pump It Up

I’ve been on tender-hooks ending in dirty looks
Listening to the muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' that
She says that’s that, I don’t wanna chitter chat
Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat
Pump it up when you don’t really need it
Pump it up until you can feel it
Down in the pleasure center, hell bent or heaven sent
Listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander
There’s nothing under hand that she wouldn’t understand
Pump it up until you can feel it
Pump it up when you don’t really need it
She’s been a bad girl, she’s like a chemical
Though you try to stop it, she’s like a narcotic
You wanna torture her, you wanna talk to her
All the things you bought for her
Could not get her temperature
Pump it up until you can feel it
Pump it up when you don’t really need it
Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin
You put your passion out under the pressure pin
Fall into submission, hit and run transmission
No use wishing now for any other sin
Pump it up until you can feel it
Pump it up when you don’t really need it