She was sweet sixteen, baby beauty queen. Straight white teeth, bathed in beauty cream. Priss dont drink and priss dont smoke. Shit dont stink and dont take jokes. Botoxed in bobby socks. Cold as ice. All the boys where like white on rice. The end result is still the same, you cant go back the way you came.
Drunk on mint juleps on the tennis court, the wealthy widow wanted more than sport. The tennis pro thought it was inappropriate, the wealthy widow thought that they should go for it. She giggled, pickled, tanned as leather. Sacks of sand in her cashmere sweater. Oh Madame, the way you waste my time, its so divine.
Kissing the concrete youd swear it was skin, her manicure secretes original sin. Oh Madame, your taste for steak and wine serves to impress me.
Youre so vain I bet you dont think this song is about you, profane Jane,
Youre so vain I bet you dont think this song is about you, champagne Jane.
So many eager sinners, only 7 deadly sins; Hells so God damn crowded that theres no one getting in. The line goes to the river Styx, but she can get you in.
It was work, but the work was fun. What will they say when they see what we done? What will they say when they see what we do? 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2 One of us has got to go. One of us has got to cum. Burry me in mistletoe. Put a dollar on my tongue.