Right Hand Heart

I meet this girl with a righthand heart
 I notice nothing until we start to kiss
 And my hand goes beneath her dress
 To the lefthand breast
 Downstairs the party's going full swing
 The people we came with haven't noticed a thing
 As I tease the teat with my teeth
 I feel nothing underneath
 She puts my ear across her chest
 Rests my head against the righthand breast
 Sure enough her heart is there
 Loud and clear
 Beat, beating, beating on
 The right side of oblivion
 Beat, beating, beating on
 The wrong side of her body
 And though I know there's nothing dangerous in it
 I'm feeling queasy, getting worse by the minute
 Wondering how to escape this nightmare
 When up the stair
 Comes this boy with no heart at all
 Him and her they make the perfect couple
 Him so blind in his rapacity
 That he doesn't even see it
 Beat, beating, beating on
 The right side of oblivion
 Beat, beating, beating on
 The wrong side of her body
 And as I contemplate this mating of rapacity and sickness
 Of which I am the fascinated, unwilling witness
 I see he couldn't care where her heart might be
 And I say "what the hell is wrong with me?
 Am I just too pure and too proud?"
 And as the bed creaks I ask myself aloud
 "Could it be that what makes me a freak Is my contempt for freaks?"
 I start to sweat, I feel it approach
 Familiar self-hate, familiar self-reproach
 And under my guard again it beats so hard
 My righthand heart
 Beat, beating, beating on
 The right side of oblivion
 Beat, beating, beating on
 The wrong side of my body
 Beat, beating, beating on
 The right side of oblivion
 Beat, beating, beating on