Creatures

I need it The sex skin habit You could just crawl out And forget I'm here I need it Love and something I'd just as soon forget So keep it out the papers I need it 'The sex musicians' I'll show you 'something' While the boys beat time I need it And she's still waiting We like to wake up In a strange bed romance One more time for me You are the young things fed on garbage and lies Please one more time for me You are the young things fed on garbage and lies I'm talking far too much about my shame I need it Creatures calling I'll tear my heart out But I need some more I need it I'm under pressure I don't remember If her story's true