It's a jungle out there, used to be a garden,
But the times got tough,
Now those innocent hearts have hardened,
You got Cain and Abel,
You got Jack and Jill,
They're out looking for love, love, love,
On a Saturday night in a Coupe de Ville.

But love got twisted and the streets got mean,
Now everybody's got their secret as the night comes down like a guillotine.

You get true confessions,
You get true confessions,
You get true confessions in a twisted world.

It's just you and me, baby, in the danger zone,
We're out looking for permanent love in the middle of a city full of broken homes,
Where all the boys want to use you and all the girls want to cry,
And nothing works like it used to,
And you can't remember your lines because...

Love got twisted and the streets got mean,
Now everybody's got their secret as the night comes down like a guillotine.

You get true confessions,
You get true confessions,
True confessions in a twisted...

Heard about a housewife sleeping in the wrong bed,
Heard a rumour that Elvis has risen from the dead,
I seen a lot of lovers been programmed to lose,
Seen a civilization confessing the blues.

Making true confessions,
They're making true confessions,
Making true, true confessions,
They are making true confessions,
True confessions,
Making the true confessions,
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