Lyric 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

(Repeat 1st Chorus)
(Repeat 1st Verse)