Dirty Occupation

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