I don't need formal education I don't need mental stimulation I can't help what I want from you so press yourself against the window yeah oh it feels so right oh I can't help myself
this is my dirty occupation
when I look in your mirror I see you there at the right place at the right time every time you move every little step you take well you can hate me and you can persecute me well I can't help what's goin' on inside of me yeah oh it seems so right oh I can't help myself
it's a dirty occupation
I just want some inclination just to look at your reflection I don't need what most men need so lets not touch with explanation yeah oh it feels so right oh I can't help myself
