I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
She: lying through her teeth, him: on his back
Hands off this one, hands off! she cried
Grinning at me from hip to hip
Hands off, pretty baby, tough bone then so soft to slip
Oooh yeah
I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
Sharks-fin slices sugar-bed slices that pretty red-head
I love you! now me! i love you!
Laughter, laughter
Oh baby, those skinny girls, they're so quick to murder
Oooh yeah
Shake it baby, c'mon, shake, shake it baby
[ad infinitum] |