un, deux, trois, quatre, 



You were walking down the street

You were just across the street

So I had to cross the street

To get to your side of the street



It's torture, it's torture 

I need you so bad, girl

It's torturing me



You scortcher, you scortcher, 

fry an egg on your face, girl

You're scorching me



Be my, be my,

Be my dark angel

Be my, be my

Capri sun

BE my, be my

Viscious and evil one



The question, the answer

The disco, the dancer

The places you'll never go

The faces you'll never know



It hurts me, it hurts me, believe me it hurts me

It's hurting me



The questions, the queries

The rhetoric, the theories

It hurts me, yeah!



Be my, be my,

Be my dark angel

Be my, be my

Blue sunshine

BE my, be my

American concubine



I am havin' a whirl

of candian 

go-go girls

Japanese karate girls

Black girls

White girls

China girls

Australi-asian

European

Pan American girls



When bad girls start wrestling

Everyone wants to be 

the next referee

including me



The record is skipping

The dance is disturbing

The Jacksons are reuniting

They're going on tour

And I can't take it anymore



Be my, be my,

Be my dark angel

Be my, be my

Blue sunshine

BE my, be my

Mrs. Dick Valentine