Pit-patter, let the raindrops keep fallin on my window pane
 the city callin me...
 out...
 into the night...
 with promises of...
 pleasures and sweet delights...
 it's wrong...
 it's oh so wrong...
 but I want it...
 to be right... [echo]

 you know you've got me walkin on the sidewalk
 talking, movin, lookin
 stopping, fightin like a dog...
 barking…

 and all the raindrops keep on landing on my face like splinters...
 each one branding me...
 showing me who I am

 (don't give a [bad word]  [echo]

 you know you got me walkin through clubland again
 lookin through the smiles
 each one a friend...

 (none a dem, none a dem) [echo]

 and the bass is oh so demanding...

 cuz at night I have a million dreams
 and when I awake
 I pray to the Lord
 my soul to take
 and deliver me from this vanity
 from this evil love and insanity…

 it's so wrong (3x)
 but I want it
 (to be right) [echo]
 it's so wrong (3x)
 but I want it
 to be right...

 and the day [bad word] ..
 and the party people...
 start [bad word] home...

 as if they miss
 (as if they miss) [echo]
 being all alone…

 take me home to dry...
 hang me out for a line and I'll tell you no lie...
 (no lie) [echo]

 too much pressure...
 is sending me…
 and the raindrops land on me...
 (can't you see?) [echo]

 I'm going under…I'm going under…I'm going under and I can't turn round
 I'm going under…I'm going under…I'm going under and I can't turn round
 "going under"
 "can't turn round"