{Three O one a.m.} Oh I really love it here Oh you've thought of it all Candlelight, coconut ice and fur on the floor I really love the way you wear your hair And nothing more So tell me What is going on? I was sure that I'd already gone But all you say is we're all spinning It's really not just me But that doesn't seem to help me figure out how I can beA prisoner in PVC a minute after three It didn't used to be like this Must be all that sleep I missed(Yea yea) Yea but I really love it here You've done everything to please Stolichnaya, Banco De Gaia bad timing on TVAnd I really love the way you turn Your smile into striptease But I'm still not sure what's going on And I can't help feeling something's wrong But you just say that we're all spinning And it's really not just me But that doesn't seem to help me figure out how I can beStill wrapped inside your rubber as I wriggle at your feet No it didn't used to be like this Must be something strange I kissedMaybe when my eyes were closed So tell me what is going on? I'm sure that I've already gone But all you say is we're all spinning And it's really not just me But that doesn't seem to help me figure out how I can be?Still fixed inside your fantasy, a TV refugee So tell me what is going on? Just can't help feelin' something's wrong Or is it right this way I feelSomeone get me out of here I'm waiting on my knees{ Two fifty seven a.m.}