un, deux, trois, quatre,      You were walking down the street   You were just across the street   So I had to cross the street   To get to your side of the street      It's torture, it's torture   I need you so bad, girl   It's torturing me      You scortcher, you scortcher,   fry an egg on your face, girl   You're scorching me      Be my, be my,   Be my dark angel   Be my, be my   Capri sun   BE my, be my   Viscious and evil one      The question, the answer   The disco, the dancer   The places you'll never go   The faces you'll never know      It hurts me, it hurts me, believe me it hurts me   It's hurting me      The questions, the queries   The rhetoric, the theories   It hurts me, yeah!      Be my, be my,   Be my dark angel   Be my, be my   Blue sunshine   BE my, be my   American concubine      I am havin' a whirl   of canadian   go-go girls   Japanese karate girls   Black girls   White girls   China girls   Australi-asian   European   Pan American girls      When bad girls start wrestling   Everyone wants to be   the next referee   including me      The record is skipping   The dance is disturbing   The Jacksons are reuniting   They're going on tour   And I can't take it anymore      Be my, be my,   Be my dark angel   Be my, be my   Blue sunshine   BE my, be my   Mrs. Dick Valentine