We're ready for you now, we're ready for you now
Sweet Hallelujah, sang the choir, we're ready
Stand up and take a bow, stand up and be counted for your sins
And failed love affairs
Like anyone cares
Well, you can keep the past, I give my history
It doesn't mean that much to me if you'll only stop to shake my hand
I preach my gospel like a drunk evangelist
But I would recommend this
This is, this is, this is
This is
A poor man's replacement for love
A cheap imitation of human touch
How does it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush?
But on the underground, distinctly underdressed
I would have worn a shorter skirt if I had the legs, I guess
If you'll forgive me that, I'll do the best I can
Who knows, maybe one day I might learn how to play like a man
But it's still a poor man's replacement for love
A cheap imitation of human touch
How does it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush?
Oh, how does it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush?
Oh, oh no, oh no, oh no oh no
It's still a poor man's replacement for love
A cheap imitation of human touch
How does it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush?
How does it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush?
How does it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush?