(CHORUS). You just don't know what you do to me. If you would just give me a chance then I'm sure you'll see, baby. You just don't know what you do to me.
Punky young girl you're a piece of work. Designed to make a body hurt. Punky young girl, well what do you know. Got ourselves a new Bardot. . Punky young girl needs a middle aged man.
Don't you ever, don't you ever. Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome. Don't you ever, don't you ever. Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome.
Fond affections are never said. They're only sung in song. Never was naive enough. To know when I was wrong. . There's no light at the end of it all. Let's all sit down and cry.
Sabotage on the downtown streets. Police cars overturned. You can`t do nothing to beat the heat. And if you don't you'll get burned. Sleek women behind every door.
(Rema-Rema cover). . Rema-Rema, Rema-Rema, Rema-Rema, ha ha ha ha.... Rema-Rema, Rema-Rema, Rema-Rema, ha ha ha ha.... Someone's in the bathroom, someone's in the hall.
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni. I cannot speak of what I feel. And yet I feel so much. I know that woman's arms can heal me. Like an angel's touch. She says she likes the accent.
It's at times like these the great Heaven knows. That we wish we had not so many clothes. So let's loosen up with a playful tease. Like all lovers did through the centuries.
Don't you ever, don't you ever. Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome. Don't you ever, don't you ever. Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome.
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni. When you get a number one. The only way is down. And if you have a sticky patch. They start looking, start looking around. Listen close to what men say.
Happy as a punk in boys town. No more talk about doing. Going 'round the twist with heartbreak. . You're in need of protection. Not from me but from yourself.
I cannot speak of what I feel. And yet I feel so much. I know that woman's arms can heal me. Like an angel's touch. . She says she likes the accent. She thinks it's so polite.
Long ago in London town. A man called Ant sat deeply sighing. He was wondering. Which side of the fence he was on. . Prick up your ears, prick up your ears.
It's at times like these the great Heaven knows. That we wish we had not so many clothes. So let's loosen up with a playful tease. Like all lovers did through the centuries.
When you get a number one. The only way is down. And if you have a sticky patch. They start looking, start looking around. . When you get a number one.
Happy as a punk in boys town. No more talk about doing. Going 'round the twist with heartbreak. . You're in need of protection. Not from me but from yourself.
Music for a future age. Don't be square be there. All good clean fun. Whatever that means. . Antmusic for sexpeople. Sexmusic for antpeople. Get off your knees.