Little boys seem paralyzed by the shape of her thighs
whats it like to live within that pale of skin
Salt, sweat, cigarette, accompanied by violin

Change my shirt please, It's dirty
It was an accident that left me filthy
Change my shirt please, It's dirty
Change my shirt please before I feel guilty

You're a sight for sore eyes, baby
When the soldiers come out to play
(you're just a sex lush
with a vivacious crush
you're just a sex lush
looking for some quick-fix love)