Fixation - Richard O'Brien

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