All the girls, with a strand of hair
Up in buns, flowing freely
They fill my heart with deep desires
They fill my heart with deep desires
I want to hug them, I want to hug them
I want to kiss them, I want to to kiss them
I want to turn them on, to turn them on, to turn them
'Cause it's a hunger
My, my, my
It's a hunger
No no, no no, no no no
Oh, the wrestlers have their masks and knee holds
The bullfighters have capes of red
The TV has the Johnny Carson
The runways have the jump jet
Me, I have a lust that sings a song
I am shape-shifting
I am a bee; I want to sting them
I am a ghost; I'll haunt them
And it's a hunger
No no, no no, no no no
It's a hunger
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