Ever Fallen In Love

According to the Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've)? Songfacts, Buzzcocks' songwriter Pete Shelley was inspired by some dialogue ("Have you ever fallen in love with someone you shouldn't have") in the musical film Guys & Dolls. He was watching it in an Edinburgh guest house TV lounge and the line leapt out. He wrote the lyrics, the next day.

[Verse 1] It's not so strange, you know, to feel like this I thought of you, I knew that you'd understand I think it's time, you know, we did more than kiss Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand? I've made up my mind, as a bull sees red To get my tail wagged, must I sit up and beg? And if you want to brush up on technique You can read all about it in the book that I found When the spirit is willing, the flesh won't be weak There's little more to it than just jerking around I'm hungry for the most perfect of needs My craving feeds at the palm of your hand [Chorus] My temperature shoots up to a hundred degrees It's manual, automatic makes me weak at the knees My craving feeds at the palm of your hand Executive attention, yes, the kind that relieves You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] My temperature shoots up to a hundred degrees It's manual, automatic makes me weak at the knees My craving feeds at the palm of your hand Executive attention, yes, the kind that relieves You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand [Verse 2] It's not so strange, you know, to feel like this I thought of you, I knew that you'd understand I think it's time you know we did more than kiss Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand? It's practically safe, not much risk of disease My craving feeds at the palm of your hand [Chorus] My temperature shoots up to a hundred degrees It's manual, automatic makes me weak at the knees My craving feeds at the palm of your hand Executive attention, yes, the kind that relieves You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand