I am not the original one
Nine to five and I'm barely alive
Want to make myself complete
Want to wail into the sheets
Want to make myself complete
Where the night becomes day
Young girls speak of the side street chic
And the band knows how to play
As the room begins to sway
Want to wash the week away
Want to make myself complete
Can't fight the boys upstairs
So you turn your sights on me
Cause I've got what I might need
Wanna make myself complete Yeah...
I'll be back there in no time
Find a way to make love shine
Like the sparks that fly from steel
The band fights the night with
I am not the original one
Nine to five and I'm barely alive
Want to make myself complete
Want to wail into the sheets
Want to make myself complete
Want to make myself complete