All the girls, with a strand of hair Up in buns, flowing freely They fill my heart with deep desires They fill my heart with deep desires I want to hug them, I want to hug them I want to kiss them, I want to to kiss them I want to turn them on, to turn them on, to turn them 'Cause it's a hunger My, my, my It's a hunger No no, no no, no no no Oh, the wrestlers have their masks and knee holds The bullfighters have capes of red The TV has the Johnny Carson The runways have the jump jet Me, I have a lust that sings a song I am shape-shifting I am a bee; I want to sting them I am a ghost; I'll haunt them And it's a hunger No no, no no, no no no It's a hunger