Pump It Up
I've been on tenderhooks, ending in dirty looksListening to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this and thatShe said, "That's that, I don't want to chitter-chat"Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat
Pump it up, when you don't really need itPump it up, until you can feel it
Down in the pleasure center, hell-bent or heaven-sentListen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slanderThere's nothing underhand that she wouldn't understand
Pump it up, until you can feel itPump it up, when you don't really need it
She's been a bad girl, she's like a chemicalThough you try to stop it, she's like a narcoticYou want to torture her, you want to talk to herAll the things you bought for her, putting up your temperature
Pump it up, until you can feel itPump it up, when you don't really need it
Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain binYou put your passion out under the pressure pinFall into submission, hit-and-run transmissionNo use wishing now for any other sin
Pump it up, until you can feel itPump it up, when you don't really need it
Pump it up, until you can feel itPump it up, when you don't really need it
Pump it up, until you can feel itPump it up, when you don't really need itDon't really need itDon't really need itDon't really need it