Songtext zu 'Wild Sex (In The Working Class)' von Oingo Boingo

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I know what you're thinking about
I know what you're thinking about
I know what you're thinking about at work
I know what you're thinking about at school
I know what you're thinking about... All the time

I work so hard trying to make a few bucks
I pass the hours in a dream
The sweat keeps rolling off the tip of my nose
There's only one thing keeps me on my feet

And I may be greasing the wheels of a noisy factory
And I may be hunched over metal machines
Watching the gears as they move
Just reminds me of bodies in motion
The sweat and the sound

Makes me think of
Wild sex in the working class
After five it's a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast

Thinking of your warm skin
While I touch cold steel
The days go by to the pounding beat
My back is aching so bad
But I'm grinning inside
Thinking of you keeps me on my feet

And I may be greasing the wheels of a noisy factory
And I may be hunched over metal machines
Watching the gears as they move
Just reminds me of bodies in motion
The sweat and the sound

Makes me think of
Wild sex in the working class
After five it's a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast

I work so hard thinking of you
I work so hard thinking of you
Work so hard
Wild sex in the working class
After five it's a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast

Wild sex in the working class
Wild sex!
Wild sex!

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