Richard O’Brien
Fixation
Poor girl, poor boy
They're both aching for the same joy
Seems they never did discover
That each other was their lover
Poor girl, poor boy
They're both fixed by their fixation
They're both fixed by their fixation

Poor he, poor she
They're both barking up the same tree
If they could only get together
They could face the stormy weather
Poor he, poor she
They're both fixed by their fixation
They're both fixed by their fixation

Poor boy, poor girl
They're both surfing on the same curl
Seems they choose to lose in random
Never choose to cruise in tandem
Poor boy, poor girl
They're both fixed by their fixation
They're both fixed by their fixation