Friction!

Friction!

Friction!

Friction!

Friction!



Night clubs and night stalkers

Fast women, fast talkers

Loose lips, loose limbs

The lovely loveless

Sunset to sunrise

Black dresses, black eyes

Tangles of tangos

Hot hands, hot thighs



Hey, why can't I ever get to you?

There's a sea of bodies between us

I recall the first time I saw you

Not a dance hall

But a crowded bus

Pressed against the scent of stale sweat



Friction!

Friction!

Friction!

Friction!



Vampires and witches

Steal bloody red kisses

In go-go boots, Italian suits

They always dress to kill

They spin their umbrellas

They dance tarentella

But I'm not here for them

I only come here to watch you



I want to make your aquaintance

To escort you

To be your gentleman

I want to rub up against you

Like those scoundrels

Like those wolves do

They run in packs in Saabs and SUV's



Oh, these pounding danceclubs

This friction between us

How you throw your body

It's so moving

But never towards me

So I always seem to read between the beat



Friction!

Friction!

Friction!

Friction!

Wow!