I've got a little black booknnames & numbers and faces forsook,nlips puckered, I swear they never spoke, put your lips to my neck for a key to the action index, the secret sign that says your mine, call; i'll give you back your dimennSomething coming from the stereonhysteria, coming out of her stereonsomething stung me with malaria, hysteria is coming out of her stereonnAction - don't you want some?nnUnderneath the collar, is where it beginsnthe wearer of the mark of the love of pain, beneath the sheets, under the covers, is where it all begins. nnAction - don't you want some action?