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