Pale, pubescent beastsRoam through the streetsAnd coffee-shopsTheir prey gather in herdsOf stiff knee-length skirts
And white ankle-socksBut while they search for a mateMy type hibernateIn bedrooms aboveComposing their songs of loveYoun
g, uniform mindsIn uniform linesAnd uniform tiesRun 'roundWith trousers on fireAnd signs of desireThey cannot disguiseWh
ile I try to find wordsAs light as the birdsYhat circle aboveTo put in my songs of loveFate doesn't hang on a wrong or rig
ht choiceFortune depends on the tone of your voiceSo sing while you have timeLet the sun shine down from aboveAnd fill you
with songs of loveFate 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