I see you shivering from the coldnYou slip in front of me, in the queuenThe people behind us staringnnYou get the privilege of being with menLike I get the poetry in motionnOf your body next to minennI believe in the way that you movenI believe in the way that you movennMy mind is in the gutter nBut I'm looking up the skirts of the starsnYou wouldn't get itnnWhy does it matter how I treat you nWhen TV says the world is crushing down around usnnThe sadness that comes in the mornings will be washed awaynYou'll see to that, but how long will it lastnnI believe in the way that you movenI believe in the way that you've touched me somehownI believe in the way that you movenI believe in the way that you movennThe sadness that comes in the night times will fade awaynYou'll see to that, but how long will it lastnnIs it worse to smile falsely or to frownnI could've guessed but now I'm finding outnFrom the pleasures we definenWell, I'm sure we'll be fine