I don't need formal education 
I don't need mental stimulation 
I can't help what I want from you 
so press yourself against the window 
yeah oh it feels so right 
oh I can't help myself 
this is my dirty occupation 
when I look in your mirror 
I see you there at the right place at the right time 
every time you move every little step you take 
well you can hate me and you can persecute me 
well I can't help what's goin' on inside of me 
yeah oh it seems so right 
oh I can't help myself 
it's a dirty occupation 
I just want some inclination 
just to look at your reflection 
I don't need what most men need 
so lets not touch with explanation 
yeah oh it feels so right 
oh I can't help myself 
this is my dirty occupation