[VERSE]Pale, pubescent beastsRoam through the streetsAnd coffee shopsTheir prey gather in herdsOf stiff knee-length skirtsAnd white ankle socksBut while they search for a mateMy type hibernateIn bedrooms aboveComposing their songs of loveYoung, uniform mindsIn uniform linesAnd uniform tiesRun round with trousers on fireAnd signs of desireThey cannot disguiseWhile I try to find wordsAs light as the birdsThat circle aboveTo put in my songs of love[HOOK]Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choiceFortune depends on the tone of your voiceSo sing while you have timeLet the sun shine down from aboveAnd fill you with songs of loveTake meFate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choiceFortune depends on the tone of your voiceSo let's sing while we still canWhile the sun hangs high up aboveWonderful songs of loveBeautiful songs of love
