10 Minutes Till the Savages Come

Spiked heels and porkpie hat -
 Have you on the mend
 in no time flat
 A shimmy and a shake,
 a pitter and pat
 Hey there sugar -
 Take a look at that!
 Don't you despair 'cause your
 fantasy life is nowhere
 Under my care you'll be
 back in the pink
 Drunk without a drink
 Tunnel down in soft silk and satin
 Loosen up and roll to the
 rumble of the drum
 Make believe it's midnite
 in Manhattan
 10 minutes till the savages come
 Come here and don't look back -
 Meet me at the end
 of the cul-de-sac
 Come on! Stand up at attention
 and I'll do the same
 Hey there tiger,
 now don't you be ashamed
 Life has a way of destroying our
 sense of child's play
 But under my wing you'll be
 back in the pink
 Drunk without a drink
 Tunnel down in soft silk and satin
 Let your backbone roll to the
 rumble of the drum
 Make believe it's midnite
 in Manhattan
 10 minutes till the savages come
 Sigmund Freud himself
 Wouldn't have needed to worry
 If his hands were tied by me
 There's no neurosis that this
 doctor can't diagnose
 I'll find the monster and
 deliver a lethal dose
 Life has a way of destroying
 our sense of child's play
 But under my wing you'll be
 back in the pink
 Drunk without a drink
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