Pump It Up

I've been on tenterhooks
ending in dirty looks,
listening to the Muzak,
thinking 'bout this 'n' that
She said 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 centre,
hell bent or heaven sent,
listen to the propaganda,
listen to the latest slander
There's nothing underhand
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,
putting up your 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