Well hello, pretty woman
Youre looking good
With a yellow dot skirt
And youre swaying, hah
You look as though youve ate your one last meal
Youre conceit is all thats left, you can sing a spiel
You used to hide away in Kiosk land
Lets find you out and loosen up
Youre so upset
Making coffee for the poor machines
Stipulate, copulate for all his schemes
I have you
You have me
We go where we want to be
We have it
We have fun
We go places to have some, hah
Well, theyre as stiff as New York
With the right wing lights
And the babies get for real if the group is right
Following her swallowing some two tone pills
They said hes looking crazy but hes so well built
Youre moving steady, soon youll be that star
Dont wrap up my tomorrows in your infectious car
Theyll line you up and strip you down youll see
That youre still the horny two eyed bitch you used to be
Your mothers and your fathers and your boyfriend too
Theyre hiding places cant and wont expect you to
But hes seen shadows upon that ball
Fix the cast or fix to catch the things they install
Theyll soon realize that stardoms going to your head
Theyll visualize you rising my poor blood is dead
Your mother, father, brother, sister too
Natural best
All the best go on you
I have you
You have me
We go where we want to be
We have it
We have fun
We go places to have some
La la, la la, la la, la la, la
La la, la la, la la, la la, la
La la, la la, la la, la la, la