You always let them inAll of these fucked up menUnlock the door when I ain't homeThey take off all your clothesLike you're some docile doeYou're making love to make it upOh, will somebody help us, please?Convince us our love is no diseaseThat we won't be lonely when we're aloneFrom now on, what we touchWill turn to goldOh, will somebody help us, please?Convince us our love is no diseaseThat we won't be lonely when we're aloneFrom now on, what we touchWill turn to gold
