Voices will be quiet still, I hear their echo land. Pink drinks, Alice should sink, but no, oh, oh, oh. Always leavin' a poolroom, a bar, a girl. . Lost for sure around, need more, oh, oh.
When he calls me kitten, kitten. Soft and low. I say, "Yes, yes. What is it my love?". . He says, "Nothing, not really. Just wanted to hear. Your kitten voice.
I want to be a stripper, some girls are born to dance. I'd glissade and tour jete, pirouette and releve. Please mister, just give me a chance. . I want to be a stripper, I'd be beautiful and grand.
Oh, God, sunshine. I can read your mind. Don't waste your time. Looking for what you will never find. . Throughing good times after bad goodbye. Sunshine call, 1-900-The-Shag.
He looks sick. He is sick. Woah. . Home tonies and highballs. I'm happy to be sad. . He looks dead. He is dead. Woah. . You're not the hero. That fuck couldn't see.
Now dig this, you tickle me. Some things I should never see. My funk teacher, he told me. I can't get off of the E. . Getting off the Brillo hunt, what you got is what I want.