Testo On Any Damned Day

HANDS ON MY SUITCASE I'M SITTING ON COLD STAIRS SEVERAL NIGHTS LONGER TO LIVE WON'T STILL MY HUNGER SO WE WANNA DANCE - SOMEBODYS DANCE SO WE WANNA KISS - SOMEBODYS LIPS OU AND ME WILL FLY ACROSS THE OCEAN ON A SILVER STREAM IN A SUPERPAIN EMOTION CRUEL BUT WARM IT'S A CRIME IN GODS OWN SEASON WE BELONG ON A RIDE WITHOUT A REASON SHE STANDS AT THE BUS STOP GOT A TEAR ON HER NOSETOP CONSTANTLY HAPPYNESS CAN'T BE GOOD FOR YOU SHE SAYS SO WE WANNA DANCE...