Out of the station and through the arcade,
Past the antique shops of Regent’s Parade
To an innocuous London address,
A quick glance around and then down the wet steps.
God only knows what keeps bringing me here,
Gambling with everything that I hold dear.
One careless word in establishment ears
And bang goes the knighthood, the wife and career.

You make me feel, You make me feel,
You make me feel something You make me feel something
And feeling something beats feeling nothing at all. And feeling something beats feeling nothing at all.
And nothing at all is what I feel And nothing at all is what I feel
All the rest of the time. All the rest of the time.
If someone sees, If someone sees,
If someone hears something, If someone hears something,
I know it’s coming, the fear is making me ill, I know it’s coming, the fear is making me ill,
But then fear is part of the thrill. But then fear

They taught me discipline at boarding school,
The consequences of breaking the rules.
They said “we’re just being cruel to be kind”
As they beat me to within an inch of my life.
So chain me, restrain me and teach me to kneel, Chain me, restrain me and teach me to kneel,
Bind me and grind me beneath your high heels. Bind me and grind me beneath your high heels.
Crack goes the whip, and if someone should tell Crack goes the whip, and if someone should tell
Bang goes the knighthood as well.