Seconds Of Pleasure

You say you don't desire me
She's only a hired hand
Now you are tired of me
Expensive care is meaningless
Feeling nothing and caring less

Cut off at the pass
She knows where you were headed
She wants double-time
Or a temporary wedding

And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she might have to wait forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure

I thought I knew you too well
Now I find the man is a mystery
And the promises you made
Are really only ancient history

Everyday goes by without a hitch
You say the urge becomes an itch
You say that I'm no good for you, that's rich
Or am I being bitchy?

And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she might have to wait forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure

And the hands on the clock move so precisely
You say you only kissed her once or twice
You didn't do it for love, you didn't even do it with stealth
I can't help you now
I can't help myself

Committed to life and then commuted to the outskirts
I was living for thirty minutes at a time
With a break in the middle for adverts

You treat me like a piece of human furniture
You say "when", you say "so"
If you can look all that you like
But I won't let you touch and go

And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she might have to wait forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure

Alternate lyrics from demo version:

You say you don't desire me

You only hire me. Now you tire me

Inexpensive care is meaningless

Feeling nothing and caring less

Cut off at the pass

She knows where you were headed

She wants double-time

Or a temporary wedding

And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure

Though she might have to wait forty-five years

For seconds of pleasure

Crowds surround loudspeakers on a lamp-post

Listening to the murder mystery

Meanwhile someone’s in the classroom

Busy forging the books of history

I wouldn’t give that man my hand

He’d probably steal my fingers

So the sleuth ends up in stitches

And your urges turn to itches

And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure

Though she might have to wait forty-five years

For seconds of pleasure

I was committed to life

And then commuted to the outskirts

I was living for thirty minutes at a time

With a break in the middle for adverts

In the strong arms of your human furniture

You say "when", you say "so"

Well you can look all that you like

But I won't let you touch and go

And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure

Though she might have to wait forty-five years

For seconds of pleasure

And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure

Though she might have to wait forty-five years

For seconds of pleasure