electric pink- the promise ring

I live on a small street,with very small shoes but in a big house,with a big wardrobe.I've got the whole world in my hands;it's a small world after all.And there's not much to say on five bucks a day,and there's no other way,so we're just hanging around.For the weekend to come we're all hungryand dumb for Friday.Please don't press that we dress,high heels and loud shoes are a mess step out with quiet feet.I'm pleased to meet;meeting is so hard to do when you're dead.Between a wink and an earthquake there are conversationsand complications go on, on, and on I pretend that I understand my handsand the rest are only a test.To be paid to be pressed when we end we will be softly kissed.Yeah, I feel electricPink in the cheeksWe look like animalsSeven days a weekI'm too politeYou're too brief