Hey,

been trying to meet you.
Hey,
must be a devil between us
or whores in my head, whores at my door,
whores in my bed.
But, hey
where have you been?
If you go I will surely die.
We're chained.

Uh, said the man to the lady.
Uh, said the lady to the man she adored.
And the whores like a choir go, uh
all night
and Mary, ain't you tired of this?
Uh is the sound that the mother makes when the baby breaks,
we're chained.

Pixies