I meet this girl with a righthand heart
I notice nothing until we start to kiss
And my hand goes beneath her dress
To the lefthand breast
Downstairs the party's going full swing
The people we came with haven't noticed a thing
As I tease the teat with my teeth
I feel nothing underneath
She puts my ear across her chest
Rests my head against the righthand breast
Sure enough her heart is there
Loud and clear
Beat, beating, beating on
The right side of oblivion
Beat, beating, beating on
The wrong side of her body
And though I know there's nothing dangerous in it
I'm feeling queasy, getting worse by the minute
Wondering how to escape this nightmare
When up the stair
Comes this boy with no heart at all
Him and her they make the perfect couple
Him so blind in his rapacity
That he doesn't even see it
Beat, beating, beating on
The right side of oblivion
Beat, beating, beating on
The wrong side of her body
And as I contemplate this mating of rapacity and sickness
Of which I am the fascinated, unwilling witness
I see he couldn't care where her heart might be
And I say "what the hell is wrong with me?
Am I just too pure and too proud?"
And as the bed creaks I ask myself aloud
"Could it be that what makes me a freak Is my contempt for freaks?"
I start to sweat, I feel it approach
Familiar self-hate, familiar self-reproach
And under my guard again it beats so hard
My righthand heart
Beat, beating, beating on
The right side of oblivion
Beat, beating, beating on
The wrong side of my body
Beat, beating, beating on
The right side of oblivion
Beat, beating, beating on
I notice nothing until we start to kiss
And my hand goes beneath her dress
To the lefthand breast
Downstairs the party's going full swing
The people we came with haven't noticed a thing
As I tease the teat with my teeth
I feel nothing underneath
She puts my ear across her chest
Rests my head against the righthand breast
Sure enough her heart is there
Loud and clear
Beat, beating, beating on
The right side of oblivion
Beat, beating, beating on
The wrong side of her body
And though I know there's nothing dangerous in it
I'm feeling queasy, getting worse by the minute
Wondering how to escape this nightmare
When up the stair
Comes this boy with no heart at all
Him and her they make the perfect couple
Him so blind in his rapacity
That he doesn't even see it
Beat, beating, beating on
The right side of oblivion
Beat, beating, beating on
The wrong side of her body
And as I contemplate this mating of rapacity and sickness
Of which I am the fascinated, unwilling witness
I see he couldn't care where her heart might be
And I say "what the hell is wrong with me?
Am I just too pure and too proud?"
And as the bed creaks I ask myself aloud
"Could it be that what makes me a freak Is my contempt for freaks?"
I start to sweat, I feel it approach
Familiar self-hate, familiar self-reproach
And under my guard again it beats so hard
My righthand heart
Beat, beating, beating on
The right side of oblivion
Beat, beating, beating on
The wrong side of my body
Beat, beating, beating on
The right side of oblivion
Beat, beating, beating on