Do you hear the whispers of the dead?
I mostly hear them inside my head
And sometimes when I'm restless
Lying naked in my bed
They tell me to do things
That I normally wouldn't do
Wouldn't you like to know?
Wouldn't you like to know?
Wouldn't you like to know
What it is that they've said?

Your eyes widen as I command your attention
These subtle hints of what I'm too shy to mention
Of what the dead advise me
To ease my frustrations and tension
Such a simple thing
That I honestly never ever did
Wouldn't you like to know?
Wouldn't you like to know?
Wouldn't you like to know
What it is that they tell me to do?

If I told, then you might get jealous
Let's just say that it involves the sinful caress
Of a single finger
It leaves me breathless
Such a dirty thing
That I can't seem to stop doing
Wouldn't you like to know?
Wouldn't you like to know?
Wouldn't you like to know
What the dead are telling you to do?