Tricks — Gary Numan

I've seen the 'action' All kinds of people Seen things disgusting I've seen it all

I've heard excuses All kinds of stories I've heard confessions I've heard it all

They wrote bad poems Painted bad pictures They say we used them I'm not sure

Some call it love and Some call it affection I don't believe it It's all clean young flesh

And we all fall down We all fall down

You say you want it Dress to kill and kill me We could play new games And you could lose

Don't tell your mother Or some jealous husband Don't talk of love just Send me a postcard

We need to feel it We need to feel it I've lost all patience You'll lose all pride

I've no conversation I've no good intentions I've room for one more I've room for you

They say we're 'corrupted' They say we're 'disturbing' I don't know It must be true

They say we're 'reckless' They say we're 'vicious' It's just a rumour We don't leave scars

She likes the movement She likes the motion She likes to whisper But then she likes to scream

She likes the dancing She likes the make up She likes to forget 'bout everything