We're ready for you now, we're ready for you now Sweet Hallelujah, sang the choir, we're ready Stand up and take a bow, stand up and be counted for your sins And failed love affairs Like anyone cares Well, you can keep the past, I give my history It doesn't mean that much to me if you'll only stop to shake my hand I preach my gospel like a drunk evangelist But I would recommend this This is, this is, this is This is A poor man's replacement for love A cheap imitation of human touch How does it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush? But on the underground, distinctly underdressed I would have worn a shorter skirt if I had the legs, I guess If you'll forgive me that, I'll do the best I can Who knows, maybe one day I might learn how to play like a man But it's still a poor man's replacement for love A cheap imitation of human touch How does it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush? Oh, how does it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush? Oh, oh no, oh no, oh no oh no It's still a poor man's replacement for love A cheap imitation of human touch How does it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush? How does it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush? How does it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush?