I see her staring with her pretty eyes 
I know she knows I know that it's a disguise 
My mirror image is a pretty grin 
I don't I do I don't know where to begin 
She's as curvaceous as a saxophone
I'd hate I've got I'd hate to have to go home
Her hips are ribbons better left untorn 
Is this , is this a dusk or a dawn

I stomp my foot so I can stay alive
I'm on this push, I'm on this for nine and five
I start to dance to let the distance shrink
I turn I twist I turn from the point where I speak
Infatuated with her uptown twirl
I wonder if, I wonder if she's my girl
Such admiration is a fragile force
 [bad word] for tat, titillation henceforth

Now you loosen your loosen your loosen your tie
It's getting hot in here
You've been biding your biding your biding your time
Oh, you've been a good boy
Not too long now, not very long now
One, two, three, four

Her grace is set beneath the disco ball
No point like that no point in playing it cool
If she allows me I'll jump through her hoops
I yearn I crave I yearn the sweetness of [bad word] 
Face to face, facing the final push
I am I'm not I am not misunderstood
So out of joint and yet my passion's strong 
Bang bang bang bang bang foot stomp, oh!

Now you loosen your loosen your loosen your tie
It's getting hot in here
You've been biding your biding your biding your time
Oh, you've been a good boy
Not too long now, not very long now
One, two, three, four

Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees 
One stings and the other's diseased
It's torn apart in the merry-go-round 
Back together, feeling heavier now
Big top [bad word] all over
My dress is so barely attached 
So what's the difference in heaven and [bad word] 
If they've both [bad word] under attack 

Now you loosen your loosen your loosen your tie
It's getting hot in here
You've been biding your biding your biding your time
Oh, you've been a good boy
Not too long now, not very long now
One, two, three, four

(Big top [bad word] all over)
(My dress is so barely attached)