Now he's back home doing nine to five, living a gray flannel life. But when he turns off to sleep, memories keep: more, more, more...

S C R A T C H M E
Scratch me again
Scratch me
To leave your trail in my skin

So sniff my neck
Bite it or my shoulder
Turn me red or purple
Turn me on

You know what you cause in me
and you really seem to like it
Do you feel the way I do
when our fingertips get in touch?