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I've been on tenterhooks, ending in dirty looksList'ning to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' thatShe said, "That's that, I don't want to chitter-chat"Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flatPump it up, when you don't really need itPump it up, until you can feel itDown in the pleasure center, hell-bent or heaven-sentListen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slanderThere's nothing underhand that she wouldn't understandPump it up, until you can feel itPump it up, when you don't really need itShe'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 temperaturePump it up, until you can feel itPump it up, when you don't really need itOut 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 sinPump it up, until you can feel itPump it up, when you don't really need it From Letras Mania